"I will handle the Obsidian Sun," Serena said, looking down at Dr. Grant. "Just focus on staying alive. I still want to hear your stories about my grandmother."
Dr. Grant looked at her, a long-lost spark of hope returning to his eyes. He nodded fiercely, his eyes red. "I promise you. I will live."
The conversation had completely drained him. Before he could even say a proper goodbye, he drifted into a deep sleep.
Serena gave a few final orders to the Dragon-Thorn Operatives, ensuring they kept a relentless watch over him.
While Serena had been battling death in the intensive care unit, the world outside had shifted drastically.
Severia's underground biochemical network was thoroughly dismantled and publicly condemned. Dozens of corrupt corporate elites had been arrested, and the nation's government had undergone a brutal purge.
The dust had finally settled in Severia.
The suffocating darkness that had hung over the tech center for days felt as if it had finally been ripped open by the sun.
The international competitors had largely evacuated. What was once the buzzing headquarters of the global elite tournament was now a quiet, heavily guarded perimeter.
The cleanup of the underground facility continued around the clock. The Dragon-Thorn Squad, Elyndor's special task force, and international officials had the entire sector locked down tight.
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