Chapter 89: Homecomings

Returning home felt surreal, as if we had emerged from a dream—or a nightmare—into a reality that had moved on without us. Each of us went our separate ways to reconnect with our lives, yet the bond we shared remained as strong as ever.

As I walked through the familiar streets of San Francisco, everything seemed to have a fresh coat of normalcy. The hustle and bustle of city life continued, oblivious to the cosmic battles and ancient secrets we had uncovered. It was comforting and disorienting all at once.

I made my way to my apartment, expecting the quiet solitude I had left behind. Instead, I was greeted by an unexpected visitor standing at my door—a tall man in a dark suit, his face shadowed by the brim of a hat.

"Jack Mercer?" he asked, his voice calm and authoritative.

"Who's asking?" I replied, my guard immediately up.

He reached into his pocket, producing a sleek badge. "Agent Mitchell, Homeland Security. We need to talk."

Suspicion prickled at the back of my neck. "About what
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