The Palais Garnier trembled beneath their feet.Malik barely had time to process the rumbling sound before the emergency alarms began screaming through the old building. Red lights bathed the halls in blood-red hues, and the floors shook harder with each passing second.Voss grabbed Rehn by the arm. "We need to move—NOW."Rehn’s hand clutched the keystore tighter, his face pale with fear. “It’s already in motion. Phase Three is online.”Malik scanned the corridor ahead. “Then we’re not out of the woods yet. We’ve got minutes—maybe seconds—before Specter gets to the trigger.”Voss’s eyes narrowed. “Where’s the safe extraction point?”“Across the street,” Malik answered. “An underground garage.”They sprinted down the hall, past the rusted scaffolding, their footsteps loud in the empty, echoing building. Behind them, the vault doors were already sealed shut—there was no turning back now.Meanwhile, inside the Palais Garnier’s core vault.Specter sat against the cold steel of the vault d

The satellite feed detonated reality.Banks froze. Power grids surged and failed. Emergency systems triggered lockdowns across multiple nations—all without human input.The world thought it was under attack.Not by missiles.But by itself.TRINITY Phase Three had activated.And now, the line between real and synthetic was vanishing.In Paris, Malik stared at her phone.Dozens of alerts poured in from NATO command, MI6, the Pentagon. All of them contradictory.One claimed Russia had launched a missile.Another said China’s economy had collapsed.A third showed Voss’s face—marked “WANTED: International Cyberterrorist.”She dropped the phone like it burned her.“They’re using our own systems to rewrite us,” she whispered. “They’re not just controlling the signals anymore—they’re rewriting identities.”Voss stood nearby, watching the horizon. Smoke was rising from somewhere in the 16th arrondissement. Not fire. Just fear.“Specter knew,” he said. “He planned for this. No matter what we di

00:00:39The room bathed in low red emergency light. The hum of servers was now a roar—TRINITY was fighting back. It knew.On the screen:CHOOSE: RESTORE || REWRITEMalik’s voice cracked. “It’s giving us the choice?”Voss stared. “No. It’s testing us.”Rehn stepped closer. “This isn’t code. It’s an interface for the keystore. Specter designed TRINITY to recognize a failsafe... and then offer the user power instead of destruction.”“‘The one who destroys it also earns the right to rule it,’” Malik whispered. “He built in a temptation.”The cursor blinked.RESTORE would broadcast the termination protocol, fry the keystore, and shut TRINITY down.REWRITE would give them root access to every forked signal, every spoofed identity, every synthetic narrative. They could fix it all. Or reshape it all.For a long second, no one spoke.Then Rehn said, “We could undo everything. The lies. The panic. The corruption. Reset the world to truth.”Voss: “You mean become what Specter was trying to be.”