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Chapter 200: The Final Hour – Conclusion
The explosion tore through the facility with a deafening roar, the shockwave ripping the air apart as Ayla was hurled to the ground. Her ears rang with the force of it, and she gasped for air, her hands trembling as she pushed debris off her body.The countdown clock had hit zero. Time had run out. But this wasn't the end, there was still a chance to finish what they had started.Ayla’s vision swam in the thick smoke that filled the air. The lights were out, and the emergency alarms were blaring, but they couldn’t drown out the ringing in her ears.She could barely make out the silhouette of Dante’s body lying motionless on the floor. His chest had risen and fallen one last time before it stopped, his life extinguished by her own hand.Her breath hitched in her throat. The weight of his death pressed on her chest like a thousand tons. He was gone, and though his death had been inevitable, it didn’t stop the ache in her heart.She had lost him, not just to Marcus, but in a way that sha
Chapter 199: The Final Hour
The countdown clock above the main console ticked down relentlessly, its digital numbers glowing red like a warning of the inevitable. Ayla’s heart beat in time with each second, her mind racing as the weight of the situation settled on her. She had no backup. No way out. And Marcus was still pulling the strings, his laugh a haunting presence in the background.Dante’s eyes, cold and empty, locked onto hers, and for a moment, she was frozen. The man she had once known, trusted, and even loved was now a mere shadow of himself. A pawn in Marcus's game. The Dante she had fought alongside was gone. This Dante was nothing more than a weapon, a tool of destruction.Ayla’s fingers tightened around her weapon, the last tool she had to fight back, and she forced herself to step forward. The mission had changed. Now, it wasn’t just about stopping Marcus, it was about saving Dante.The glass that separated her from him felt like a barrier too thick to break, and yet, she couldn’t afford to wait.
Chapter 198: Closed
Ayla’s heart pounded in her chest as she knelt beside Ezra, the blood staining her hands. His life had been stolen in an instant, and with it, any semblance of hope she had left. His body was cold, his eyes staring blankly ahead. She had failed him. But she wouldn’t fail again.Marcus’s cruel laughter echoed off the walls, sending a chill down her spine. He had done this. He had taken everything from her. And now, she would make him pay.Her hand shook as she wiped the blood from her face, but her resolve only hardened. She wasn’t going to mourn right now. She wasn’t going to waste another second. Marcus had crossed the line, and she was going to make sure it was his last mistake.Ayla stood up, her back straightening with determination. Her weapon was still in her hand, though her fingers tightened around it with renewed purpose. Her gaze never left Marcus, who stood by the doorway, his smirk never faltering.“You’re a monster,” Ayla hissed, her voice low and filled with venom. “You
Chapter 197: Sting
Ayla’s eyes snapped open, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she sat up, disoriented. The world around her was pitch black. The sound of distant rumbling, like thunder, reverberated through the air, but there was no sign of the explosion she expected. She blinked several times, trying to focus. The last thing she remembered was the countdown, the door slamming shut, and then nothing.Her mind raced as she pushed herself to her feet, steadying herself against a cold metal surface. The walls around her were bare, smooth, almost clinical in their starkness. She felt the ground beneath her, a soft, rubbery texture that contrasted with the hard steel of the room.“Ayla?” Ezra’s voice, strained and hoarse, echoed from the darkness. “Are you okay?”Her heart skipped. “Ezra? Where are you?”She stumbled forward, her feet taking her deeper into the unfamiliar space. The sound of Ezra’s labored breathing was all she could hear in the heavy silence. She reached out, groping the air until her fi
Chapter 195: The Last Stand
The dust still lingered in the air, thick and choking. Ayla stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the wreckage before her. The command center was nothing more than a crumbled ruin. The flames were starting to subside, and the echoes of the final explosion reverberated through the empty streets.She felt the weight of everything pressing down on her chest—every decision, every sacrifice, every loss. It had all led to this. But as she stared into the heart of the destroyed building, something gnawed at her. She had killed the leader of the enemy faction, destroyed their command center, and shattered their infrastructure. Yet, something told her it wasn’t enough. Not yet.Ezra stood beside her, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. He had been through so much, and despite the chaos of the battle, he remained calm. He always had a way of grounding her in moments like these.“It’s over,” Ezra said, his voice steady. “We’ve won. The war is over.”Ayla shook her head slowly. “No. It’s not
Chapter 194: The Final End Point
The city was in chaos. The once-pristine skyline, where steel and glass had gleamed in the sunlight, now lay in ruins. Fires raged in every corner, smoke billowing into the darkened sky. The ground trembled beneath Ayla’s feet, as if the earth itself were recoiling from the carnage.She and Ezra had barely made it out of the building. The explosion that had rocked the structure sent shockwaves through the streets, toppling buildings and sending waves of dust and debris into the air. As they sprinted through the wreckage, Ayla couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything pressing down on her. The final battle was upon them. There was no turning back."We need to move faster," Ezra muttered, his breath ragged. He pulled her forward, his face set in grim determination. Despite the chaos, there was a fire in his eyes, a fire that matched her own. They were fighting for something bigger now. Not just their survival, but the future.Ayla glanced over her shoulder. The once-proud headquar
