{Who Is this?}
Magnus wasn't there.
The base was bait.
The army was bait.
Everything. Everything was a setup.
But Lyra—Lyra came through.
Through the blood. Through the fire. Through the lies.
She found the real location.
She gave Emir the number.
And with the call came a voice.
A voice he'd been waiting to hear.
"Who is this?"
"Subject 777."
A breath.
"I'm coming for you, Magnus."
A chuckle. Slow. Amused.
"Haven't you heard… Subject? The war is over before it started."
His grip tightened around the terminal.
"My war ends with you."
Magnus exhaled, almost disappointed.
"Like it ended for Amon?"
The air turned still.
"Tell me, Subject… how long did it take him to die?"
Silence.
Magnus laughed, soft, mocking.
"I've destroyed your world, piece by piece."
"It won't be long until I end you."
