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Ch-85
Author: Cupidaris
last update2025-06-23 19:39:38

The wind moved gently through the pines, carrying the scent of resin and damp earth. Nathan sat alone by the fire pit outside the cabin, hands resting on his knees, the glow of the low flames dancing across the angular lines of his face. The ring on his finger had dulled since Volkov’s attack—its once vibrant energy now had a quiet, resting pulse beneath his skin. Powerless but not broken, it seemed to slumber like he did: with one eye open.

Inside the cabin, Harper was a silent blur of motion, methodically cleaning and sharpening her combat knives. Her movements were precise, not out of necessity but habit—an anchor in a world that had spun too far off the axis.

Miko, in the adjacent room, sat cross-legged on the floor with three tablets open in front of her. Diagrams and digital schematics glowed in dim blue light, showing fragmented data from Volkov’s artifact. There were no breakthroughs yet, just clues wrapped in encryption and theories built from ancestral whispers.

But tonight
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