Chapter 53 The Kneeling Dead
The hallway of the Aegis sub-level was a tunnel of sterile white light and humming conduits, but as I stepped out of my cell, the atmosphere shifted.
The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and the unmistakable, metallic tang of my own unrestrained magic.
The Ghost Pack—those hollowed-out shells of the brothers and sisters I had once led—remained frozen in their kneeling positions.
The sight was more painful than any physical blow.
I walked past the Beta, Kael’s younger brother, his neck grafted with silver-chrome plates that pulsed with a rhythmic, blue light.
His eyes, once full of mischief, were now flat, glass-like orbs that mirrored my own white-hot fury.
“Stand up,” I commanded, my voice echoing with a frequency that vibrated the very walls.
They didn’t move. They weren’t waiting for a verbal command; they were waiting for a neural signal.
Lilith’s network was a closed loop, a digital hive-mind that used the “Silver Gene” as its primary protocol.
But I was the source. My heartbeat, now steady and cold, was a drum that the network couldn’t ignore.
I reached out and touched the chrome plate on the Beta’s neck.
I didn’t try to rip it off. Instead, I sent a sliver of my frost into the circuitry.
I watched as the blue light turned to a pale, crystalline white.
The humming stopped. The jerky, mechanical tension in his shoulders eased.
“Mama...?”
The word was a rasp, a ghost of a sound from a voice box that had been repurposed for data transmission.
The Beta’s eyes flickered—for a fraction of a second, the blue was replaced by the warm, amber brown of his true self.
“I’m here,” I whispered, my heart breaking.
“I’m going to get you out.”
But the connection was fragile.
The Aegis pylons outside sensed the breach.
The lights in the hallway turned a violent, flashing red, and a siren began to wail—a high-pitched shriek that sounded like the scream of a dying god.
“System breach in Sector 7,” an automated voice boomed.
“Neural hijack detected. Initiating Level 4 Purge.”
The Ghost Pack suddenly spasmed.
The blue lights in their necks flared to a blinding intensity, and their bodies jerked upright like puppets being yanked by invisible strings.
The flicker of humanity in the Beta’s eyes vanished, replaced by a cold, predatory directive.
Lilith wasn’t going to let me have them back.
She would rather burn the hardware than lose control.
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