Damien must choose: disappear forever, or stand before the world — unmasked, hunted, and undeniably real.
Location Unknown. 6:16 PM.
The bunker was cold. Silent. Buried somewhere beneath the Scottish Highlands.
Above ground, London was smoldering under a twilight sun, the world still in chaos after Valeria's fall. Networks were returning. Borders being redrawn. Old governments disintegrating like tissue in acid.
And in the middle of it all —Damien Voss sat alone at the table, staring at the broadcast terminal that Ella had resurrected.
ONE BUTTON.ONE SIGNAL.ONE TRUTH TO END IT ALL.
He could record the message.Reveal the names of the remaining Thirteen.Upload the black archives.
And then vanish.Or die.
Or… something worse.
Ella entered, wiping ash from her hands, having helped restore a UN refugee node just outside Manchester.
"You don't have to do this," she said softly.
"That's the problem," Damien replied. "I think I do."
"The world doesn't need another face on a wanted poster."
"They don't need another ghost, either."
Across the world, pirated feeds blinked awake.The Channel.The Deadnet.The Hive.Old satellites from rebel networks reactivated by Ella's override code.
They were waiting.
Waiting for the man no one believed was real.
Waiting for the monster they called a terrorist, a phantom, a fiction.
Damien stepped up to the mic.
Stared into the lens.
Breathed in.
Spoke.
"My name is Damien Voss. You've heard stories. Half of them are true. The rest are worse."
"They told you I was a criminal. A killer. A myth. They were right. But what they didn't tell you… was why."
"Because monsters run your world. And the only way to stop a monster… is to become something worse."
He paused. Let the silence breathe.
"The system wasn't broken. It was built this way. And I broke it back."
"You don't have to follow me. In fact, I don't want you to. This isn't a call to arms. This is a wake-up call. To remember what they made you forget."
"Your freedom. Your rage. Your choice."
He looked down once, then straight ahead.
"I'm not your savior. I'm your reflection. And I am done hiding."
He hit SEND.
The signal went global.
Every hacked terminal.
Every shattered broadcast tower.
Every jail cell, refugee camp, corporate HQ, military command center.
They all saw him. Unmasked. Undeniable. Alive.
Meanwhile —
In Berlin, a tech minister choked on his tea.
In Buenos Aires, a data vault incinerated itself on command.
In Tokyo, an AI model flickered and tried to delete its own source code.
And in Beijing, a young girl who had once seen her village erased by drones whispered:
"He's real."
Back in the bunker, Mara sat beside Damien.
"You'll never be safe again."
"I never was."
"Then what now?"
Damien exhaled, closed his eyes.
"Now… I disappear. But not into shadows. Into legend."
Ella smirked.Koslov nodded.Asher just loaded another mag.
Somewhere, weeks later —
A mysterious fire guts a data refinery in the Gulf.A Thirteen executive vanishes mid-flight.A new black-signal emerges in the Pacific, broadcasting fragments of rebel manifestos.
And rumors swirl.
That Damien Voss walks still.
Not a hero.Not a villain.But a reckoning.