The Helix Ignites
Kael Draven’s hands shook as he stared at the lab’s flickering monitor, the double helix glowing like a secret whispered in the dark. He hadn’t slept in days, not since Ignis—the project he’d poured his soul into—started doing things it shouldn’t. The air in the room felt thick, charged, as if the universe itself were holding its breath. He wiped sweat from his brow, his eyes darting to the framed photo on his desk: Lira, his little sister, laughing under a summer sky. She’d been gone ten years, stolen by a disease no one could name, much less cure. Ignis was for her. It had to be.
