The final chamber was colder than the rest.
Not physically—but spiritually. The air had a weight to it, as if every breath was being logged, measured, archived.
Juno stepped inside, flanked by Shade and a limping H-13. Before them rose a massive console wall shaped like a cathedral altar—filled with pulsating screens, memory veins, and biometric keys. At its center blinked a red interface marked:
GENESIS VAULT – HOST CODE REQUIRED
ONE LIFE. ONE CHOICE. ONE UNLOCK.
They were here.
And they were not alone.
A voice echoed from the shadows.
“I knew you’d make it.”
Mason emerged, gun in one hand, holding a hostage in the other.
The hostage—gagged, bloody, but alive—was Caleb.
His old friend. The mechanic who once helped them survive the first blackout in Arc II. Missing for months. Presumed dead.
Juno stepped forward. “Let him go.”