Chapter 417 Worthy Of Their Netherlord

• A colder sheen slipped across Stephanie's porcelain face. She rolled her thumb against her forefinger, the small motion loaded with promise—once she learned which power dared shield Dark Skeleton Organization, she would erase patron and puppets together.
• "Priority one is to clear out—now!" Damien barked, voice cracking through the corridors like a pistol shot.
• Understanding the bunker was compromised, Damien stalked the length of the lab, ordering guards to haul every vital drive, sample, and machine toward the loading bay. The final vial—Serum X—he pressed tight against his chest, hidden inside his coat.