Somewhere in an Underground Chamber,
The cold, humming silence of the underground chamber was broken only by the subtle whirr of surveillance drones gliding in the shadows. Nora stood frozen in front of the live feed of her mother. The image was grainy, flickering, but the pain etched on Elara Thorne's face was unmistakable.
"Elara's DNA markers have been overwritten," Nora muttered, running rapid diagnostics. "This isn't just cloning… it's something else."
Beside her, Malik Thorne—Nora's uncle and an expert in genetic cryptography—paced restlessly. Once a recluse living in Morocco, he'd resurfaced after Nora's distress call. His face bore the weight of a thousand secrets.
"I warned your mother not to trust Archer Grey," Malik said, his voice low. "He's tapping into ancestral codes—manipulating bloodlines for power, influence, and allegiance. It's why he needs specific family members... the stronger the lineage, the better the control."
"You're saying… my mother's not just a target. She's a template?" Nora asked, horror creeping in.
Malik nodded. "And if Archer gets access to Damien's DNA… he can control more than just his legacy. He could engineer heirs—custom-built kings and queens to rule under his command."
Nora's hands clenched into fists. "We're not letting that happen."
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En Route to Nairobi – Damien's Private Jet
The engines roared as Damien reviewed intel on a holo-screen, tension in his jaw. Across from him sat Amara Lancaster—his sister, alive but shaken, with a deep bruise on her collarbone and fury in her eyes.
"They took me in Bangkok," Amara growled. "Two days of sedation and psych probes. They wanted access to our bloodline, Damien. To… map us."
Damien looked at her, eyes dark. "How'd you escape?"
"I didn't. Lysander got me out. Nearly got himself killed."
Damien exhaled. "And Anton?"
"Gone rogue again. Slipped away after warning me. He said Archer's next experiment involves genetic syncing between members of rival families. Forced mergers. Biological blackmail."
Damien sat back. "So it's not just power anymore… it's selective bloodline domination."
He reached for the encrypted satphone and called Nora.
"We need to meet in Nairobi," he said. "Call the full circle—my father, your uncle Malik, Lysander, everyone who still matters. It's time we stopped reacting and started striking back."
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Meanwhile – Arctic Circle Blacksite
Archer Grey stood inside a cryogenic facility lined with capsules. Within them floated men and women—some young, some aged, but all bearing familiar features.
One bore the unmistakable look of Damien's cousin from Belgium. Another looked eerily like Nora herself.
"Perfect vessels," Archer said to the hologram hovering beside him. "And soon, we'll awaken the final prototype. Tavara won't just fall. It will be… reborn."
The hologram flickered, revealing the face of a stoic woman.
"Are you prepared to activate Project Heirloom?" she asked.
Archer smirked. "The world will soon forget who they were loyal to. Because when you own the blood, you own the throne."
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To be continued…