Silence shrouded the core facility.
Two groups stood facing each other across the chamber.
On one side: Aurelia and her companions.
On the other: dozens of Hollow Dawn members filling the entrance corridor.
Between them stood two men.
Two figures who clearly carried centuries of history on their shoulders.
Lucien.
And the white-haired man with golden eyes.
Their gazes met.
No smiles.
No greetings.
Only hatred that had burned for five hundred years.
The white-haired man stepped forward.
His long black cloak moved slowly with each step.
The white sun emblem on his chest glowed faintly.
"I have to admit."
His voice was calm.
"Today has been full of surprises."
His eyes remained fixed on Lucien.
"I thought you'd died with Nexus."
Lucien stood motionless.
"I wished the same for you, Cassian."
The name echoed through the room.
Cassian.
The man smiled faintly.
As if hearing his old name brought pleasant memories.
Kael turned to Ragnar.
