The presence at the far end of the hallway didn’t move.It just watched.A silhouette—tall, composed, almost too still to be human.Chris felt his fingers curl instinctively.Beside him, Sarah tightened her grip on his arm, grounding him.Luther inhaled slowly, the way a man does when he recognizes an old enemy.“Don’t react suddenly,” Luther murmured under his breath. “He wants us to panic.”“He?” Chris whispered.“Yes,” Luther replied. “That’s Kael.”The name hit Chris like cold water.“You know him?”Luther’s jaw tightened. “Kael was one of the operatives involved in your mother’s disappearance.”Chris felt his heartbeat crash inside his chest.“Then what is he doing here?”“To warn us,” Luther said. “Or to threaten us. With Kael, both mean the same thing.”Kael finally stepped forward.His footsteps were soft, but carried the weight of menace.He was dressed in a dark suit, expression calm, eyes unreadable—someone who had learned to kill without letting his pulse change.“Luther,”

The underground chamber was vast—far larger than Chris expected.Wide stone tiles covered the floor, but some were cracked or scarred as if struck by incredible force. Metal pillars stood in rows, each one engraved with strange sigils. Floating crystalline spheres glowed dimly overhead, casting a pale bluish light.Sarah whispered, “This place… it feels alive.”Luther nodded.“It was designed to respond to elemental energy. The more power released inside it, the more the chamber adapts.”Chris stepped forward, inspecting a shattered metallic wall.“Was this from you? Or Mom?”Luther’s eyes softened.“We trained here together. She hated every minute, but she was brilliant at it.”A pang of emotion hit Chris.The idea of his mother fighting, struggling, surviving… all without him…Sarah touched his shoulder gently.“Chris… we’ll find her.”He nodded, holding onto those words like a lifeline.Luther clapped his hands sharply.“Let’s begin.”The sigil-lights flared to life around the room

The night over Glohaven Hospital was unusually quiet, as if the city itself sensed that something decisive was about to unfold. A low wind rattled the half-open blinds in Luther’s temporary ward, carrying with it a strange tension—one that neither he nor Chris could immediately name.Chris stood by the window, arms folded, eyes narrowed at the distant streetlights. She had barely spoken since Chapter 93’s revelation—that Dr. Vayne’s disappearance wasn’t a disappearance at all, but a setup. Someone inside the hospital had erased his records and sent a forged letter, all to throw them off track.And now… the consequences were arriving.Luther’s voice broke the silence.“Chris… you’ve been quiet for too long. What are you thinking?”She exhaled slowly.“That we underestimated them. Whoever is controlling this entire operation… they’re close. Very close.”Luther shifted upright on the bed, wincing at the pull on his stitches.“Closer than Dr. Vayne?”Chris nodded. “Closer—and more dangero

The hospital lights struggled to stay steady, flickering occasionally as if the building itself was shaken by what had just happened. The distant echoes of alarms and frantic nurses began to rise, but none of the chaos outside could mask the heavy stillness settling between Collins Lutherchris and Chris.Chris checked the hallway once more, confirming the Council attackers had fully retreated.Only then did she turn back to Lutherchris.“Pack your things,” she said sharply.Lutherchris blinked.“What? Why? Shouldn’t we tell the authorities? The hospital guards—”“They won’t help us,” Chris cut in.“By the time security arrives, the Council will have erased every trace. Just like they always do.”Lutherchris slid off the bed carefully, still feeling a faint tremor in his chest—the lingering echo of the flames he released moments ago.“That beast… those men…” He looked at her with worry.“How did they know where I was? I thought this place was safe.”Chris hesitated, then spoke slowly.

The atmosphere in the room thickened the moment Collins Lutherchris stepped inside.Not because of his presence alone, but because of what he carried in his eyes—a storm, barely leashed, trembling at the edge of release.Rena, who had been pacing restlessly, froze the second she saw him.“Collins…” she whispered.Her voice cracked, not from fear, but from the weight of emotions she had held back for hours—questions, anger, confusion, and a desperation that had been eating at her slowly.Collins Lutherchris didn’t speak at first.He closed the door gently, yet the silence that followed hit like thunder.He walked closer, every step steady, intense, deliberate.Only when he stood in front of her did he finally breathe, “Let me see it.”Rena blinked. “See what?”He lifted her right hand carefully—more carefully than she expected—and turned the wrist upward.There, on her skin, faint but unmistakable, was the mark she had noticed earlier…the mark she had tried to ignore.A symbol carved i