The silence wasn’t just silence anymore. It was a living, breathing thing, coiled tight around the room, pressing down on the walls, forcing itself into the spaces between them. It was the kind of silence that swallowed words whole, the kind that stretched out just long enough to make a person’s own thoughts feel like an unbearable weight.Kael’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, his nails biting into his palms. His pulse pounded against his skull, his mind turning over every possible scenario, every lie, every half-truth he had been fed. But no matter how many times he tried to force the puzzle pieces together, the picture never made sense.The war. The cover-ups. The erased history.For so long, he had believed he was the missing piece—the one loose thread that, if pulled, would unravel everything. He had spent years thinking that the ghosts of their past had come for him. That he was the one they wanted gone.But he wasn’t.It had never been about Kael.It had always been abo

The War They Were Never Meant to Survive The silence that followed was heavier than any gunfire, thicker than any battlefield smoke. Kael didn’t blink. Couldn’t blink. His pulse pounded in his ears, but his body remained deathly still. There, on the screen, was the ghost that had shaped his entire existence. The man who had dictated his life from the shadows. The reason Kael had no past, no history, no self beyond what had been left behind in the ruins of erased memories. The third brother. The one they were never meant to find. And yet— He had found them. The man on the screen leaned back in his chair, his smile measured, his movements calculated. “Kael,” he repeated, voice smooth, familiar, laced with something almost mocking. “Elias. It’s been a long time.” No one spoke. No one dared to. Selene’s fingers were tight on her gun, knuckles white, her breath slow and controlled. Marcus’s usual sarcasm was gone, his expression unreadable. Pamela was watching the screen like

Kael stared at the message on his phone, his grip tightening around the device as if he could crush the words out of existence. “Come alone, Kael. Or they all die.” The silence in the room was absolute. The weight of the message settled over them like a heavy storm, suffocating, inescapable. Kael’s pulse was steady, his face unreadable. But inside? Inside, he was calculating. Who sent the message? The third brother? Or someone else? Was this a trap? Of course it was. But what kind? An execution? A final test? A way to break him before the real fight even began? He didn’t know. And that was what bothered him the most. Kael had spent his entire life three steps ahead of his enemies. But now? Now, he was being led. And he hated that. His jaw clenched. Fine. He’d play the game. For now. The Resistance Kael moved. He grabbed his gear, checked his weapons, and started toward the door. Only for Selene to step in his way. “Not happening,” she said, arms crossed, eyes bur

The silence stretched too long.Kael stood rigid, every muscle in his body coiled, waiting.The air in the laboratory was thick with something heavy, something unnatural.The soldier in front of them… he wasn’t dead.He wasn’t aged.He wasn’t some relic of the past, barely surviving in the shadows.He was standing there like he had never left.Like the war never ended.Pamela exhaled sharply.“This isn’t possible,” she murmured, taking a small step back.Her hand trembled at her side. Not from fear—from anger.From the overwhelming wrongness of it all.The soldier smirked, his eyes flickering toward her.“Possible?” he echoed, his voice smooth, too smooth. “Pamela, Pamela, Pamela… You’re standing in a graveyard of impossible things.”Pamela’s fingers curled into fists.Selene raised her gun.“Talk,” she ordered. “Now.”The soldier tilted his head, amused.“Orders, huh?” he mused. “You’re new. Let me guess. You think you’re in control?”Selene’s jaw locked.She stepped forward, gun sti

A slow, calculated smile spread across the third brother’s face as he stepped forward, his boots making no sound against the steel floor. His posture was relaxed, almost bored, as if he had all the time in the world.“Join me or die.”The words weren’t a threat. They weren’t even a challenge.They were final.Kael stared at the man in front of him—the brother he had barely allowed himself to remember. The same face, the same sharp eyes, the same infuriatingly calm expression. Not a single wrinkle. Not a trace of time’s passage.How?Selene shifted beside him, her fingers twitching near the knife strapped to her thigh. Pamela, standing near the edge of the room, had gone rigid, her breath shallow.Elias?Elias didn’t even hesitate.Click.Kael barely had time to register the sound of the safety coming off before Elias pulled the trigger.Bang!The gunshot shattered the tense silence——but the bullet never reached its target.It stopped midair.Hung there.Frozen.Like time itself had b