Chapter 11
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The city was alive again, but not in the same way. The streets had been fixed, the glass and trash had been picked up, and the power had been restored to every block, but there was still a lot of tension.

Luther stood atop a skyscraper, threads draped around him like a silver aura, surveying the city he had just saved.

“The storm is gone,” Elara said, voice quiet, standing beside him. “For now. But…”

“But Cain Global isn’t done,” Luther finished for her. “Victor was just one fragment. The organization, the devices… There are layers we haven’t touched yet.”

Below them, the remnants of Victor’s probability storm shimmered faintly, condensed into the Origin Device’s fragments. Luther’s threads probed it carefully, feeling the residual energy, it was unstable but far from inert.

“This energy… It’s adaptive,” Luther muttered. “Almost like it remembers. Almost like it’s… waiting.”

Elara frowned, sensing more than just danger.

“Waiting for what?”

Before Luther could answer, his comm-link vib
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