The morning after the blackout felt wrong.
Too quiet. Too controlled.
As if the world had agreed to forget what it had just survived.
Traffic moved. Markets reopened. News anchors smiled through carefully measured calm.
But inside Voss Tower, the tension never lifted.
Elena stood in the strategy room, arms folded, eyes scanning live global feeds.
“Restoration status?” she asked.
Lucas didn’t look away from his screens. “Ninety-eight percent. Some regions still unstable, but major systems are back.”
Adrian exhaled. “And people?”
“Relieved,” Lucas said. “But shaken. They know now how easily everything can stop.”
Elena nodded slightly.
Fear had been planted.
And whoever orchestrated it understood exactly how powerful that was.
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