“Clear the table! I want every stabilizer, now!”
Karl kicked open the doors to the high lab—Lia cradled in his arms, barely breathing. Her skin had gone marble‑white, veins laced with creeping black lines.
The chief surgeon paled. “Commander—”
“Not commander.” Karl’s voice cracked. “Not today. Just save her.”
“She’s already—”
Karl drew his blade and pressed it to the surgeon’s throat. “Move.”
In seconds, the table was prepped. Machines screamed. Vials shattered. A line was tapped into her neck—blood pumped slow, irregular.
“Wolfbone toxin’s binding to her nerves,” one medic muttered. “Her organs are liquefying.”
Karl gritted his teeth. “Then we reset her system.”
He slammed a glowing core onto the tray—the one embedded inside his own chest: Wolfbone Engine MK-II.
The room went silent.
“That’s your heart,” a nurse whispered.
“It’s the only prototype left,” Karl said. “If we implant it into her—”
“You’ll die.”