Serena sneered softly.
Her crimson lips curled up slowly, but her smile held no warmth.
"It's exactly like the incident with the Doyle family."
The moment he sensed the tides turning against him.
He initiated the termination protocol, cleanly severing his ties to ensure his own survival.
These rats from the Obsidian Sun had truly perfected the art of running for their lives.
Jerrick's expression darkened further, his knuckles cracking as he clenched his fists. "So this bastard bailed early again?"
"Yes," Serena replied, her tone resolute despite her calm demeanor. "He ran."
She was all too familiar with this tactic.
From the chaos in Sector 10 to the underground base's self-destruct sequence and finally Mordecai's remote execution.
Every move pointed to one undeniable fact.
The Overlord had absolutely no intention of facing her directly.
All he wanted was to preserve the true core of the Obsidian Sun at all costs, abandoning everything else in his wake.
Including Mordecai.
Including this entire Severian branch.
He even discarded the high-ranking officials who had bled for him for years.
In The Overlord's eyes, they were all nothing more than disposable pawns meant for the slaughterhouse.
"Whitecliffe Harbor..." Jasper chewed on the name, a cold glint swirling in his eyes. "Sounds like a dock. Could it be the rendezvous point for their next batch of specimens and data?"
Nicholas's gaze turned somber. "It's a strong possibility."
"And The Raven," Serena added slowly, rubbing her fingertips together. "That doesn't sound like a location. It sounds like a code name."
"It could be a person, an operation, or... a contact."



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