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CODE OF THE UNSEEN
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2025-06-29 17:13:43

A chill ran down Nolan’s spine, but it wasn't just the cold night air. It was the icy grip of disillusionment.

He had expected the dramatic reveal, the curtain pulled back to show a world of hidden power and cutting-edge technology.

Instead, he was standing in front of a rundown building that seemed to mock his expectations.

The silence that followed his outburst was heavy and thick with unspoken meaning.

The other occupants of the helicopter, now fully unbuckled, stood like statues, their eyes were still fixed on him.

They were Mael Vox’s people, he assumed, and their collective stillness only amplified Nolan's sense of being an outsider, a disruption in their orderly world.

Mael Vox’s expression remained unreadable, his face was a mask of calm. He didn’t react to Nolan’s rising frustration, didn't flinch at the accusation in his voice.

Instead, he simply looked at the warehouse, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.

It was a smile that seemed to hold a secre
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