The Point of No Return

The core chamber pulsed with an eerie red light. The countdown blazed across the massive screen: 09:59… 09:58…

Marcus stood shoulder to shoulder with Harper, their weapons trained on the Ghost. The air was thick with the scent of scorched metal and burning wires. The entire facility trembled as the system inched closer to collapse.

"You always were dramatic," Marcus spat, his eyes locked on the Ghost.

The Ghost smiled. "And you were always predictable. But this time… this time, you're too late."

Without warning, the Ghost pressed a button on the console beside him. The floor beneath them split open, revealing a chasm of fire and machinery. The heat surged upward, and Harper staggered back.

"You think this is about survival?" the Ghost taunted. "It's about evolution. Only those strong enough to endure will rise from the ashes."

Marcus fired.

The Ghost moved faster than Marcus anticipated, diving behind the control panel. Bullets sparked against the metal.

"We don't have time for this!" Harper shouted. "The system's in overload — we need to shut it down now!"

Marcus nodded. "Cover me."

Harper laid down suppressing fire while Marcus sprinted toward the panel. The Ghost popped up, firing back, and Marcus felt a bullet graze his shoulder. He hissed in pain but kept moving.

"You can't win!" the Ghost yelled. "Even if you stop this system, the truth is already in motion!"

"We'll see about that," Marcus growled.

He reached the console, his fingers flying over the controls. "Harper, I need time!"

"You're not getting it!" Harper shouted as a barrage of bullets forced him into cover.

The screen flashed warning after warning.

08:34… 08:33…

"Come on," Marcus whispered.

"It's no use," the Ghost called out. "This system's beyond your reach. You'll die here, and the world will change without you."

But then Marcus found it — a hidden override.

"Got you," he whispered.

He slammed his hand onto the key.

The room shuddered violently. The countdown froze at 07:59.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then the Ghost laughed.

"You really think it's that simple?" the Ghost said. "You've only delayed the inevitable."

Before Marcus could respond, the doors burst open — and Emily stood there, a gun aimed at Harper.

"Emily, don't," Marcus said.

Her eyes were filled with conflict. "I… I have to."

"No," Marcus said softly. "You have a choice."

The Ghost's voice was a whisper. "Pull the trigger."

And then everything happened at once.

A shot.

A scream.

And the countdown resumed.

07:58… 07:57…