Everyone gathered in the Blackwood mansion two days after the funeral. Even after hours of cleaning, the smell of strong chemicals still lingered in the air, replacing the scent of blood that had stained the halls. It was an unsettling reminder of what had happened. Nobody really felt comfortable sitting there, but there was no better place to plan their next move. The atmosphere was heavy, and every face carried the weight of the recent tragedy. Michael stood at the front of the room with several files spread across the large table. "Our next objective is straightforward." He began calmly. "We travel to Aurora City, infiltrate Daniel Forester's chemical company, and locate the secret research facility connected to the UCA." Everyone nodded. After everything they had uncovered here, they knew Daniel Forester was no longer just another scientist. His company had become a key piece of a much larger operation, and if they wanted answers, Aurora was where they had to go. Isaac folded

Michael took the journal and studied it carefully. The sketches on the page were unmistakable, they matched the Scofield family totems perfectly. Beneath the drawings was a handwritten note from Daniel Forester. "Check out the beauty, pulsating with energy and life. Victor had ten of these, said a mysterious stranger gave it to him. I couldn’t believe it till I saw them with my own eyes… Now even though I managed to nick three without him knowing, I still wonder where the other seven are. He later said he lost them but I highly doubt that. Why then would he suddenly call off the team research? Probably wants to continue the whole thing alone. Greedy bastard." Michael's expression hardened as he closed the journal halfway. "This keeps getting ridiculous." Barry stepped closer and looked over his shoulder. "Does that mean three of the totems are with Daniel Forester right now?" "That explains why the compound still exists after all the research and formula burned up at Moons Unive

Michael explained everything they had uncovered. He told them about Victor's research, Daniel Forester's secret factory, and the compound created from the energy inside the stolen totems. Finally, he held up Forester's journal. "The owner of this journal was part of Victor Blackwood's research team." Michael began, "Daniel Forester admitted in his own writing that he stole the missing three totems. It's written right here." The elders exchanged stunned looks. For years they had searched without finding a single clue, now the answer had been sitting inside one man's journal all along. "We're going to Aurora City to take them back." Michael continued firmly. "And when we do, replace the original Scofield history regarding the totems." The elders slowly nodded in agreement. Without another word, Michael turned and walked out of the council room. Mira watched him leave before letting out a quiet sigh, "How strong would I have gotten if you had used all ten totems to perform the ritu

Karl swallowed several times as Michael's eyes locked onto him. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Michael had not raised his voice or made a threat, yet the pressure filling the room was overwhelming. It felt as though the air itself had become heavier… But he forced himself to scoff anyway. "Nice to officially meet you, Michael Scof-" He never got to finish. A crushing punch slammed into his stomach before the last syllable could leave his mouth. The impact was horrifying. Karl's body blasted backward like a cannonball, smashing through the living room wall, tearing through another wall behind it, and exploding out into the backyard. Wood, brick, and shattered glass flew in every direction as his body bounced across the grass before finally skidding to a stop. Inside the house, Monica gasped in horror. Adrian let out a low whistle, "I'm so glad I'm on your side." Michael calmly looked down at his smoking fist, he opened and closed his hand once before nodding to

"Forget it. I'm not going." Mira said in disagreement when Michael brought up going to Cristy Island to see their parents. He had a feeling she would refuse, so he wasn't exactly surprised. A sigh left his lips, "It's just dinner and we haven't seen our parents in a while. Mom misses us." "Mother misses you, not me." She huffed, "I don't want to be in the middle of all that, Michael. And besides, you can tell the difference in the relationship we have with our parents based on how we address them." Michael looked away for a moment. She wasn't wrong, he had always called them Mom and Father, while Mira always called them Mother and Father. It was a small difference, but it spoke volumes. He sighed again, "Sure. I'll tell Father you won't be able to make it." "Tell him I don't want to make it." She corrected. "Yeah, yeah.”– Mars Robotics was busier than ever. The factory floor was alive with activity. Engineers carried heavy equipment across the room while scientists studied r