Elias didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
The weight of their words settled in his chest like ice.
Gone like the rest.
He had suspected something—had known there was more to the disappearances than mere coincidence—but hearing it confirmed in such a casual, callous way sent a sharp spike of anger through him.
When the time comes, he'll be gone like the rest.
He needed more.
More proof. More time.
More distance.
Because if they were already speaking about him in past tense—
Then his time was running out.
Elias slipped away before the soldiers could sense him. The fortress was a maze of corridors and shadowed halls, but he had memorized them all. He moved fast, each turn calculated, each step silent.
He had to find where they were keeping records of the past Omegas.
Had to find out who was giving the orders.
Had to—
A sudden wave of heat crashed through him, sharp and dizzying.
Elias faltered.
His breath hitched, his vision swimming for a brief second before he clenched his jaw and forced himself forward.
What the hell was that?
The warmth from earlier hadn't fully faded, but he had ignored it, too focused on his search. Now it was stronger—coiling low, spreading through his limbs, making his skin feel tight, sensitive.
Something was wrong.
But he couldn't stop now.
Not when he was this close.
He gritted his teeth and pushed forward, slipping into an abandoned room near the archives. Dust clung to the air, the scent of old parchment and ink filling his lungs as he scanned the rows of records.
This was it.
If there was any proof of the Omega executions, it would be here.
Elias moved quickly, fingers tracing over the spines of ledgers, searching for anything unusual.
Then—
A faint symbol.
Marked on the edge of a book, different from the rest.
He pulled it free, flipping through the pages.
And what he saw—
His blood went cold.
Names.
Dates.
Detailed logs of every Omega that had vanished.
Their arrival.
Their time in the fortress.
Their end.
The ink blurred slightly as another wave of heat pulsed through him.
Elias clenched his teeth, gripping the book tighter.
Not now.
He forced himself to focus, scanning the records—
Until he reached the final page.
His name was written there.
A single line beneath it.
Execution date: Pending.
Elias's breath left him in a slow, controlled exhale.
There it was.
The proof he needed.
But before he could process it fully, before he could even begin to decide what to do next—
The heat in his body spiked.
It was sudden. Overwhelming.
A sharp, unbearable rush of warmth spreading through his veins, tightening his muscles, making his breath shudder.
His vision blurred, his pulse hammering.
And for the first time, Elias realized—
This wasn't normal.
This wasn't exhaustion.
This was something else.
And whatever it was—
It was only getting worse.