Isabella rolled her eyes. "Right on schedule."
Seraphina closed her pad. The quiet click was the only response she gave.
Liliana tilted her head slightly. "They're going to lie first."
"Always," Lilith agreed.
Far from the estate, across the city, in a private, dimly lit lounge buried under layers of security, a man sat alone. No guards. No aides. Just him.
A silver band on his wrist glowed faintly as he watched the same footage, the same kill, the same pause.
He rewound.
Watched it again.
Zoomed in.
Leaned back into the couch. Smiled, but only slightly.
"…Interesting."
Then the screen went dark.
—
Meanwhile, the fallout began with silence.
Official channels stayed quiet for a few more hours. No press conferences. No emergency declarations.
Just brief written statements layered in legal phrasing. Most news anchors repeated the same lines—environmental anomaly.
Unexpected reaction. Routine Zone disruption. Isolated event.
But the footage said otherwise.
