This was Whitecliffe Harbor.
A wasteland of black-market trades, illicit experiments, and buried horrors, all shielded by layers of armed concrete and endless fog.
She had finally made it here.
When her grandmother first designed the A.W.S. framework, her only intent had been to save lives.
She had wanted to repair damaged nervous systems, to pull people back from the brink of terminal illness and genetic doom.
But then...
Obsidian Sun discovered her research.
They hunted her ruthlessly, forcing a medical pioneer to abandon her legacy and vanish into the remote countryside.
And the culmination of her life's work had been ripped apart, perverted into a blueprint for mass-producing human weapons.
Specimen Seven, Specimen Fourteen.
And an untold number of forgotten test subjects that Serena hadn't even witnessed yet.
She couldn't begin to fathom how many innocent lives had been butchered on Obsidian Sun's operating tables over the years.
She didn't want to think about how many living, breathing humans had been mangled into unholy abominations.
Yet every single blood-soaked data log bore the stolen crest of A.W.S.
Obsidian Sun had hijacked her grandmother's genius, trampled her sacred vows,
and used her very name to legitimize their atrocities.
As the thoughts spiraled, Serena's grip on the railing tightened, her knuckles turning white as an icy fury flared in her chest.
To Serena, Obsidian Sun's actions weren't just theft.
It was pure desecration!
It was her grandmother's life's work, not some plaything for monsters to use for
mass murder while dragging her legacy through the mud.
The hand resting on her waist suddenly wrapped tighter around her.
She was pulled flush against his solid chest.
Serena turned her head, meeting Nicholas's steady gaze.
He didn't ask her what was wrong. He merely smoothed the wind-whipped hair from
her cheek, his thumb gently brushing her earlobe.
Serena looked at him, a slow, soft smile breaking through the ice.
Their eyes locked. They didn't need a single word to understand each other.
She had been hunting Obsidian Sun for years, tearing down cell after cell, only to find disposable outer
factions that could be sacrificed at a moment's notice.
They were buried so deep that she had never once been able to pinpoint their true command center.
But now...
The hunt was over.
Obsidian Sun was going to expose themselves just to claim Specimen Fourteen.
And they were going to roll out the red carpet straight to their core in Whitecliffe Harbor.
The sea breeze whipped the hem of Serena's dress.
She stared at the looming white tower hidden in the fog, her eyes turning ruthlessly cold.
They had taken everything that belonged to her grandmother, and weaponized her legacy to commit unforgivable sins.
It was time to make them bleed for every single one.
Just then, the medical terminal in her hand vibrated sharply.
Serena broke her gaze from the harbor and checked the message.
[Respected Panacea, The Reception Team has secured Pier Seven and is currently processing boarding verification.]
[A.W.S.-14 will now undergo the final transfer protocol.]
[The Specialized Medical Consultant must report to the Special Living Assetsolation Zone immediately for a final pre-disembarkation status check.]
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[Upon completion, please escort A.W.S.-14 to Pier Seven's High-Risk Bio-Asset Secure Transfer Zone for the official handover.]
It was time.
Serena arched a brow, the ruthless glint in her eyes melting into an addictive thrill.
She waved the terminal at Nicholas,
flashing him that signature,
wildly
arrogant smile "My darling patron, it
looks like lo on the clock
"Seems we'll just have to reunite on the other side of Whitecliffe Harbor!"