The Shattered Cipher

opper roared through the Brazilian jungle's storm, its blades slicing rain, holo-panels flickering with neon tech that echoed the cover's aesthetic. Jace held her shoulders, his clone tattoo dim b

17, Aria's laughter echoing-crushed Lena's soul. She, Clara, and Jace, clones of Aria, the rebellion's betrayer, were keys to a

ia's voice commanding: "Lead my clones!" Lena's body jerked, reaching for the chopper's controls to crash it, fulfilling Aria'

mind, shoving Aria's sync back, her thoughts her own-for now. The Cipher sparked, pain searing: Hostile drones:

lt's rebellion code-Aria's archived fight, twisted by her betrayal-could stop the army, but Lena's sy

are prepping a neural damper," she said, her voice strained. "It'll block the Cipher's sync, but it'

vision slammed Lena-Berlin, 2023, Aria meeting a cloaked figure, a woman, passing rebellion codes, the Cipher whispering, "She's my shadow, your ac

y sync... triggers her." Guilt surged-Clara died for a traitor's plan, and Lena was her pawn. The safe

She patched a signal, rebel voices crackling: "Voss, landing clear. Damper's ready." But the Cipher pulsed: Overrid

rcer protocol. Sabotage chopper. His hand jerked, reaching for the fuel cutoff

's vision hit-Aria, programming Jace, his mind synced to kill, a scientist saying, "He's her blade, t

l sparked, smoke filling the cabin. "Brace!" she shouted, aiming for the safehouse's landing pad. The Cipher r

her. Rebels stormed out, firing at drones, dragging Zara free. A rebel tech, grizzled, held a neural damper

ry fragment: Istanbul, 2025. Mole's identity. A vision hit-the mole, a woman with Lena's face, in Vault 17, wiring Aria

, her eyes like Lena's. "Voss," she called, voice cold. "I'm Elara, Aria's shadow. Your sync wak

r skidding. The Cipher roared: Sync: 90%. Elara rises. A final vision hit-Elara, ruling clones, Lena's mind burned out, Aria laughing. Lena's