The boy let out a wet, crazy laugh. "You fools," he giggled through his tears. "You thought Geneva was the main target? Geneva was just a loud noise! It was a distraction!"Thorne’s eyes widened in realization."While you were all looking at the fire in Europe," the boy smiled a dark, wicked smile, "the wolf walked right through the front door. The knife is already at the king's throat."Thorne dropped the boy. He turned and ran.He ran out of the dirty basement and into the rainy alley. He grabbed a small, secure phone from his pocket. He dialed Kai's private, encrypted number.Ring. Ring."Pick up," Thorne muttered as he ran through the wet streets. "Kai, pick up!"High above the city, in his dark office, Kai was still looking at the holographic screen.He was trying to trace the digital footprint of the Purists. He was exhausted. His head pounded with the weight of the infinite archive.Rhea was sitting on a small couch in the corner, trying to rest her eyes.Suddenly, the red warn

“They are destroying themselves,” a cold, logical thought echoed in Kai's mind. It was his own thought, but it felt like the machine was whispering it. “They cannot be trusted. They will start a war.”Kai closed his silver eyes. He pushed the cold machine logic away. He forced himself to be human. He forced himself to be patient."Silence," Kai ordered.His voice was not a shout, but it carried the heavy, terrifying power of the First Executor. The leaders stopped yelling. They glared at each other, breathing heavily."Nobody in this room helped the Purists," Kai said firmly. "The Purists hate all of us. They want to tear down the entire system. We will investigate the attack. We will find their hidden bases. But we will not point fingers at each other without proof. If we fight each other, the Purists win."Radek crossed his massive arms over his chest. "Words, Kai. Just empty words. The people of the world do not want words. They want action. The Iron Accord promised them safety. If