Chapter 118
Author: God Of War
last update2026-01-06 07:13:30

The first warning comes as a quiet failure. Lights dim across the eastern districts, not all at once, but in hesitant waves, like a city holding its breath. Screens freeze mid-sentence. Trains slow, then stop. The air itself seems to lose tension. Charlie feels it before anyone says a word. The Heir has moved.

Hope is in the lower sanctuary when the alarms finally catch up to reality. She sits cross-legged on the floor with a tablet balanced on her knees, tracing patterns only she can see. Her eyes have that distant focus again, the one that tells Charlie her mind is somewhere deeper than the room they share. He watches her from the doorway, careful not to interrupt. Over the years, he has learned that whatever lives inside her works best when it is not crowded.

Then Hana’s voice cuts through the corridor, sharp and urgent. “Charlie. He’s targeting her.”

Charlie does not ask how she knows. Hana never speaks unless she is sure. He moves at once, boots striking concrete as he heads for
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