Location: Zurich, Switzerland – Grand Colline Estate
Snow blanketed the mountaintop, yet the luxurious manor known as Grand Colline stood like a throne above the world. Inside, the corridors smelled of vintage wine, silk drapes, and secrets too old to speak aloud.
She moved like a ghost in white.
The White Widow.
Tall. Regal. Elegant. Every step she took whispered of grace—but left behind the scent of blood and burned oaths. Her name wasn't known to the public, but within global blacklists and intelligence communities, she was a myth. Or so they believed.
She stood before a fireplace, staring at the image of Damien Kane on her screen.
"Such strong eyes," she murmured, running her gloved finger down his jawline on the display. "So much like her…"
A man entered, kneeling. "Madam Widow, the council is demanding answers. The broadcast has fractured their alliances. Russia and France are considering backing the Kane initiative."
She turned, the flicker of firelight dancing in her pearl-colored eyes.
"Let them. Loyalty born of fear is not loyalty at all. Let the cracks show. That's how we see who deserves to rule what remains."
She paused, her voice cold. "And tell the North Division to prepare the Ash Assassins. I want Nora Langley alive."
"But madam, they say she's untouchable. Her bodyguard ranks rival ours now—"
"Then we send someone she wouldn't shoot until it's too late."
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Location: Tavara – Blackthorne Estate, Underground Hall
Damien and Nora walked side by side in silence. Around them, new recruits trained in elite formations, overseen by veterans of the Vanguard—Damien's private militia.
"She's surfaced," Damien said finally.
"The White Widow?" Nora asked, her breath catching.
He nodded. "And she's not just retaliating—she's rewriting the board."
Nora clenched her fists. "She was the one who betrayed my mother's clinic. Who had her silenced. That's who we're dealing with."
Damien handed her a thin file. "Worse. She didn't just order the raid. She was the patient your mother refused to operate on—because she wanted a serum injected that was still unstable."
Nora opened the file, eyes widening. "That patient was listed as D-66. No records. No photographs."
"She had them scrubbed. And she's been funding the Watch from the shadows ever since."
Nora looked up. "Why show her face now?"
Damien stared into the distance. "Because for the first time in thirty years… she's afraid."
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Location: Paris – Langley Family Private Vault
Meanwhile, Victor Kane stood before a sealed vault marked with his family crest. The Langley family had long shared an alliance with the Kanes—but what lay inside this chamber had been kept from even Nora.
"Do you really want to open this?" asked Carter, Damien's second-in-command.
Victor stared at the biometric scanner. "My mother said if we ever woke the Widow, this vault would hold the only thing that could end her reign."
A hiss of air. The steel vault slid open.
Inside sat a black case. Velvet-lined. Ancient. Sealed with gold wax that shimmered unnaturally under the lights.
Victor stepped forward and lifted the lid.
Carter paled.
Inside was a single vial… glowing faintly blue. And beside it, a letter addressed in the Langley matriarch's handwriting.
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Letter (Excerpt)
> "To the one who inherits our burden,
If the Widow has risen, then she's no longer just a ghost. She's begun preparing the Omega Genesis Protocol. This vial was synthesized from her stolen blood and fused with something older… something divine. Only one can take it. Only one can survive it.
But the moment you do, the war becomes irreversible."
Victor closed the case, his jaw set. "Prepare the jet. We're bringing this to Damien."