Chapter 67

“It’s funny,” I murmured to myself as the chaos unfolded before my eyes, “how desperation can turn even the sharpest minds into fools.” The scene in the boardroom felt surreal, almost cinematic. Hera, always the poised manipulator, was now a shadow of her former self. Her once-perfect composure had dissolved into pure hysteria. Her hair, usually slicked back like armor, hung in wild disarray around her face. She clawed at the officers trying to subdue her, her screams cutting through the air like shards of glass.