The sound of distant footsteps echoed through the dark hallways as Emily, Damien, and Grant moved through the complex, their every step measured and careful.
Each of them was lost in their thoughts, trying to process the recent revelations.
The weight of what they had just learned—their entire existence, their mission, everything they had been fighting for—was a lie.
The Council had been manipulating them all along, and it was far worse than any of them had imagined.
Emily's mind was spinning, and the gravity of the situation was overwhelming.
She had always known that there were forces beyond their control, forces that had their own agenda, but the reality of the Council's manipulation stung.
Liam, Grant, Damien—all of them had been pawns, and she, too, had unknowingly played her part.
But there was no time to dwell on it now. They had to move, had to survive.