He arrived as though the place had always belonged to him.
Johan Bonengel moved through the corridors flanked by his personal guard—the same men who had protected him during his flight years before.
Calm. Haughty. Surveying everything as if he were already taking inventory.
When he entered the conference room, the murmur died away.
The scientists watched him with contempt and a poorly concealed spark of hope.
—Another failed savior— someone whispered.
Hyde rose and gestured toward a chair.
—Mr. Bonengel, please have a seat. We have a proposal that will be beneficial to everyone.
Thus, Bonengel took control of what remained of the Architects of the Flesh.
Not long after, he consolidated his position by forging the most dangerous alliance available.
—Knowledge is power— he said as he made contact.
The message reached the King of the Fire Pagoda.
Experimental technology in exchange for magic and protection.
A pact sealed in ashes, ambition… and fire.

