The night grew deeper.
The city lights remained on.
Yet inside that hospital room, time seemed to flow differently.
Slower.
Heavier.
As if every second carried consequences.
Sophia lay with her eyes closed.
Her breathing was more regular.
Her body had finally forced itself to rest.
But even in that state, her fingers moved slightly from time to time, as if her mind had not truly settled.
On the chair beside the bed, Adrian Blackwood still sat.
Not sleeping.
Not moving far.
His gaze was fixed on Sophia.
Silent.
Full of vigilance.
Outside the room, the atmosphere was no less tense.
Daniel stood in front of a laptop placed on a small table.
The screen reflected data that kept changing.
"He is really opening the path," he muttered softly.
Leonard Graves leaned against the wall.
"The deeper we go, the more we see."
Daniel nodded.
"And that is the problem."
Leonard raised an eyebrow.
"Because it is too easy?"
Daniel stared at the screen.
"Because it is too neat."
