Chapter 57
CHAPTER 57 — THE HARVEST OF SON TRA
The stealth submersibles deployed a dozen specialized deep-sea divers equipped with non-lethal acoustic weapons. A high-frequency pulse tore through the chamber, instantly dropping Anna, Thomas, and Alexander to their knees, blood leaking from their ears as their nervous systems short-circuited under the sonic pressure.
Claire crawled toward Lily, her fingers clawing at the cold steel of the platform. "Lily... run... please..."
Lily didn't run. She stood by the empty sarcophagus of her grandfather, her eyes still locked in that terrifying, vacant stare.
The young clone, Instance Three, stepped out of the submersible onto the platform. He moved with a terrifying, calculated grace, completely ignoring the carnage around him. He opened the black velvet box, revealing the midnight-black leather baby shoes.
He slipped them onto Lily’s small feet.
Instantly, the terminal beneath the sarcophagus lit up with a brilliant, blinding combination of emerald green and pitch-black light. The massive steel walls of the cathedral began to retract even further, revealing that the entire structure wasn't just a vault—it was a deep-sea drilling platform designed to extract the raw, ancient genetic oil from the tectonic fault line directly beneath Da Nang bay.
"The protocol is complete," Victoria announced as her divers lifted Lily into the lead submersible. "The assets are locked to the third generation's bloodline. Thank you for your service, Claire. Your branch of the family tree is officially pruned."
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"You can't... take her..." Claire gasped, her vision fading into black as the acoustic waves completely overwhelmed her brain.
The last thing she saw before consciousness left her was the young clone looking back at her with Alexander’s exact eyes—but there was no recognition in them. Only the cold, empty void of a machine.
