Elijah arrived at the exclusive restaurant where Olivia had invited him for a private meeting.He wore the familiar guise of James, maintaining the composed, enigmatic presence that had kept her interested—and off guard. Olivia was waiting, her posture poised yet her eyes restless.“James,” she greeted, her voice warm but strained. “Thank you for coming. I needed to see you, especially after… everything that’s been happening.”Elijah offered a slight nod, keeping his expression neutral. “It seems there’s much going on lately, Olivia. I was beginning to wonder where your true loyalties lie.”She arched an eyebrow, a glint of suspicion and curiosity flashing in her eyes. “What are you suggesting?”Elijah leaned in, his voice low. “I’ve heard whispers, Olivia. Whispers of connections to… The Architect. A figure deeply entangled with recent events. Is there something you haven’t told me?”Olivia’s gaze sharpened, a hint of defiance creeping into her tone. “James, there’s no need to questi

Elijah’s heart clenched as he carefully lifted Sophia into his arms, feeling the frailty in her slight frame.Her eyes fluttered open for a moment, clouded with pain and confusion, but she seemed to relax as her gaze met his. “Stay with me, Sophia,” he murmured, his voice a soft blend of reassurance and urgency. “I… I slipped,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Her face tightened as she tried to move, but he stilled her with a gentle hand. “Don’t try to speak,” he said, a note of firmness in his tone, though his touch was feather-light as he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Let me take care of you.” He carried her to the medical wing he’d prepared earlier for emergencies and carefully lowered her onto the bed.She winced as her wrist shifted, and Elijah’s face softened as he observed the damage. Her wrist was badly swollen, and there was a small gash just above her eyebrow where blood had begun to dry. Elijah brought out his medical supplies with deft precision, bu

The night was still as Elijah faced the masked figure. The Architect’s gaze pierced through the shadows, and Elijah’s fists tightened. This moment was years in the making, and the taunting presence before him only fueled his determination.The Architect chuckled, his voice dripping with mockery. “You really don’t know how deep your family’s sins run, do you?”Elijah stepped forward, his eyes narrowed. “Spare me the riddles. If you think you can frighten me with stories, you’re mistaken.”“Oh, I’m not here to frighten you, Elijah,” the Architect replied, amusement flickering in his tone. “I’m here to dismantle you, piece by piece. Just as I helped dismantle the Nortons years ago.”Elijah’s eyes sharpened. “Helped? What are you trying to say?”The Architect tilted his head, his gaze intent. “It was all orchestrated, Elijah—the fall of your family, the betrayal you never saw coming.” He leaned in, his voice lowering to a dark whisper. “You think your parents’ downfall was an accident? No

Elijah stood in the dimly lit hall, his gaze fixed on the entrance where he knew David, the Architect, would make his appearance.The tension hung thick in the air, the quiet moments before a storm that had been brewing for years.He adjusted his stance, calm but ready, every muscle braced for what lay ahead.The doors opened, and David strode in, his expression calm, almost amused."So," he said, his voice echoing off the walls, "we’ve finally come to this."Elijah’s eyes narrowed. "The game you started all those years ago—it ends tonight."David chuckled, the sound low and taunting."You speak with such finality, Elijah. But do you really think you’ve outmaneuvered me? Everything you’ve done, every alliance, every move… I saw it coming. I allowed it."Elijah held his ground, his voice steady. "And here you are, alone, without any of your puppets to back you up. Maybe your control wasn’t as absolute as you thought."David’s expression darkened. "I was the one who shaped Evendore! I d