The elevator humd.
Adam closed his eyes and leaned against the cold tal wall. He hadn't expected any of this to work. There was no plan. No blueprint, no contingency. They'd rushed into a military base, with him just serving as a diversion.
No. The only reason it worked at all was that he had other Heroes with him. The Forger was right—this entire operation was ridiculous.
Adam opened his eyes and looked down at his palms. He turned them over, studying the lines etched into his skin.
Three months. That's all it took. Three months to go from a scavenger who flinched at shadows to soone who could rip apart a tank with his bare hands.
But even with that… was it enough?
If their interpretation was right… If Dr. Sarah and the researchers were onto sothing, then the Administrators had just shown them the truth. Humanity wasn't being prepared for nothing.
As ridiculous as it was, they would be fighting against aliens.
No. They had been fighting aliens. The verdlecks, the Feinors, the Skayrnmuder… the Emperor. Every creature that crawled out of a Leak, every monster that spawned inside the Ga. They were never from Earth.
The answer had been right in front of them from the start—they'd already been fighting against these aliens.
Adam continued to stare at his palms.
There were billions more out there. Suffering. Probably hundreds of billions across whatever worlds those miniature planets represented—the ones Vaydrael had dangled before him like toys.
"Haa…" All of a sudden, everything that had been done to him, the Hospital, the white rooms, the burning, the drowning, the years of screaming into silence… it felt small.
Insignificant, even.
And now, standing in this elevator, descending toward the finish line of his so-called revenge, Adam felt... nothing.
He had imagined this mont hundreds of tis. Kicking down the doors. Confronting the people who'd cut him open while he was still awake. Demanding answers. Making them afraid. He had rehearsed the anger, the righteous fury, the satisfaction of watching their faces crumble the way his body once had on their operating tables.
But right now, the only thing on his mind was the after.
He was one person. Whatever he did here wouldn't change anything for anyone else. The Ga would still take millions of people next month. Leaks would still tear holes in the air. Children would still burn.
Maybe he should've just helped the others with the Purple Leak.
Maybe this whole detour was selfish. Maybe the Hospital didn't matter. Maybe… he didn't matter. Maybe he should've—
The Forger's voice crackled in his earpiece, interrupting his spiraling thoughts.
Adam blinked. "Got what?"
"How?"
"I don't... understand what any of that ans."
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