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Two hundred and forty five
Eli Aurelius returned to Rome without announcement.,not even Carlos knew. The information of the past few days had been reeling in his head so he knew he still needed time off from people, what he knew he couldn't escape from though was resetting the code Selene had soo often spoken about and Leonhart had made reference to once in his diary. So when he had been done going through his mother's diary, he knew it was time to return to Rome.No arrival logs were triggered under his real identity. No executive alerts rippled through the Aurelius network. No security detail greeted him at the private landing bay carved beneath the city.To the world, Eli Aurelius was still dead. To his friends and allies, he was still on some Island playing catch-up with his father.The plane explosion had done its job perfectly—clean, absolute, irreversible in the eyes of anyone watching the surface reports.That was exactly how he wanted it.The car that carried him through the underground access tunnels
Two hundred and forty four
Leonhart was halfway back to the house when he felt it. It wasn't a sound or any movement. It wassomething heavier, like a shift in the air itself. Like things had changed since the last time he had been there with Eli.He slowed his steps as he reached the entrance corridor, the soft lighting embedded in the stone walls flickering faintly as he passed. The island had always been quiet, but this quiet felt different. Pressed. Intentional.Like something inside the house had collapsed inward.He stepped through the final archway.And stopped.Eli was seated at the table.The diary was open in front of him, pages slightly bent as though they had been gripped too tightly. One hand rested on the edge of the table, the other hung loosely at his side, fingers still trembling like they hadn’t received the message from his brain yet.Eli wasn’t reading anymore. He was staring at nothing. Trying to process what he had read. One he wasn't certain he understood, or even wanted to.Leonhart didn’
Two hundred and forty - three
The next morning arrived with a kind of peace Eli had almost forgotten existed.For the first time in years, he woke without being dragged from sleep by alarms, notifications, or crises demanding his attention.No emergency reports. No market disasters. No encrypted messages from Phoenix. No updates about Meridian.Just silence.Warm sunlight streamed through the towering glass walls of the island residence, painting the ancient stone and polished wood in shades of gold. Eli lay still beneath the blankets for a few moments, simply listening.The distant crash of waves against the shore.Wind rustling through the trees.Birds calling somewhere beyond the cliffs.Ordinary sounds. Human sounds.The sort of sounds that had disappeared from his life long ago.Then another sensation reached him.The smell of food.Something rich and savory. Something freshly cooked. Something incredible.His stomach immediately reminded him how little he'd eaten the day before.Following the scent, he left
Two hundred and forty - two
For several seconds, Eli forgot how to breathe.The image hovered in front of him, suspended in golden light. Leonhart Aurelius.Alive.Not a photograph. Not a recovered recording. Not another ghost hidden inside a file.Alive.Standing on the shoreline as waves crashed against black stone.Eli stared so intensely that his eyes began to burn. Then movement appeared behind Leonhart. A second figure emerged from the morning mist.A woman.The moment she stepped into view, something inside Eli seemed to stop. The world narrowed. The chamber disappeared. The drone feed became the only thing that existed.The woman wasn't young, yet there was something strikingly familiar about her. Her posture. The shape of her face. The way she stood beside Leonhart as though she belonged there.A thousand impossible thoughts crashed through Eli's mind. His throat tightened. For one reckless moment, hope became something dangerous.The feed continued silently. The woman glanced toward the ocean. Leonhart
Two hundred and forty one
The world mourned surprisingly fast.For the first two days, Eli watched it happen from behind a wall of encrypted screens hidden deep beneath New York. Every major network carried the same story. Different countries, different languages, different anchors, yet somehow every broadcast felt identical.The Death of Eli Aurelius.A photograph appeared on screen. A solemn voice followed. Footage of a destroyed aircraft over the Atlantic played on repeat.No survivors. No body recovered.Experts discussed his legacy. Economists debated the impact his death would have on global markets. Politicians delivered carefully crafted statements. Corporate leaders expressed their condolences with practiced sincerity.The world mourned. At least publicly.Eli sat alone in the hidden Aurelius residence, staring at a memorial dedicated to himself. The experience felt strangely unreal, like attending his own funeral while nobody else knew he was in the room.Phoenix projected dozens of live feeds around
Two hundred and forty
The Atlantic kept rising, or maybe the jet kept falling. At that speed, the difference hardly mattered anymore.Every warning light on the dashboard had turned red while altitude alarms screamed relentlessly through the cockpit. The engines vibrated beneath Eli's hands like wounded animals fighting against their own destruction. The artificial horizon spun uselessly, the navigation system was dead, and the communications network remained offline. The aircraft had become a metal coffin falling through darkness, and Eli was the only person left alive inside it.His hands tightened around the controls as the training Selene had forced him to take years ago resurfaced piece by piece. It wasn't enough to make him comfortable, only enough to keep him alive.Maybe.The jet shook violently, and a warning flashed across the display.LEFT ENGINE FAILURE IMMINENT."That's encouraging." Eli muttered to himself.Beyond the windshield, the ocean remained invisible. There was only darkness. Endless
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