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Chapter 72: Blackout Protocol
Author: Wonderful65
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The power cut wasn't an accident. Kingsley had spent enough time on the inside of the system to recognize intent in randomness. The lights in the penthouse didn’t flicker, they vanished, all at once, like a single switch had been thrown by an invisible hand.

He froze in mid-step, his muscles tensing. Evelyn, on the other side of the living room, had gone rigid too. The digital clocks, screens, backup panels all dead. The building's hum was replaced by a thick, unnatural silence.

Then a flicker. Not from within but outside. Down the mountain, the city still glowed. Lagos shimmered with its usual pulse: nightlife, neon, and traffic congestion. This blackout wasn’t widespread. It was personal.

“Backup?” Evelyn’s voice was low, tight.

Kingsley shook his head. “Cut from the source.”

They stood in the dark for a breathless moment. Then the emergency lights kicked in dim, red, and pulsing like the heartbeat of something wounded.

Aya’s voice crackled through Kingsley’s earpiece. “It’s not jus
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