Zurich – Private Control Bunker | 11:59 PM
The room pulsed with red emergency lights. Screens flashed encrypted coordinates. Outside, the storm screamed against bulletproof glass.
Facial Expression + ActionSelina stood at the center, arms crossed, face pale under the harsh lighting—but her eyes blazed.
She wasn't blinking. She hadn't blinked in minutes.
Damian slammed a fist on the console. "We still don't have the exact location. He's ghosted every signal."
Selina didn't move.Then, without looking away from the screen, she said, "He didn't take my son to disappear. He took him to be seen."
She turned, gaze sharp enough to slice open truth.
"He wants an audience. So let's give him one."
Psychological InsightSelina had been cornered before—by boardrooms, by bullets, by betrayals. But this was different.
This was blood. This was her child. And Eclipse wasn't playing to win.
He was playing to ruin.
Every part of her that once believed in restraint, diplomacy, or redemption—had been buried six feet deep the moment she saw that picture.
This was no longer about empire.
This was about survival. Legacy. Revenge.
Vivid MetaphorShe wasn't a queen tonight. She was a volcano—ancient, silent, cold… until the moment it decides to erupt and swallow cities whole.
Scene Switch – Abandoned Theater, Zurich's Underground
Rows of broken seats. A single spotlight on stage.
And in it—her son.
Eclipse stood behind him, hands resting lightly on the boy's shoulders, like a teacher presenting a prize.
The boy didn't cry. He just stared forward, confused but calm. Brave—like her.
"Do you think she'll come?" the boy asked.
Eclipse knelt beside him.
"She always does. That's her flaw."
Scene Switch – Selina's Bunker
She pulled a single earpiece from her pocket, inserted it.
"Patch me in to the Zurich towers, all stations, public and encrypted."
A technician hesitated. "Ma'am, that's a full-broadcast override—"
"Do it."
Her voice cracked like a whip. The room obeyed.
Selina stepped forward.
Facial Expression + ActionShe stood before the mic. Took a single breath. Then spoke:
"To the man who thinks blood gives him permission—this is your final warning."
"Return my son. Or I will erase you from every record, every ruin, and every myth you think you belong to."
Scene Switch – Eclipse Listening, Smiling
He closed his eyes and whispered,
"Now she's finally speaking my language."
He turned to the boy.
"Shall we begin Act One?"
Cliffhanger Hook
Back in the bunker, a screen blinked to life.
An AI facial match locked on a new feed.
Eclipse. Live.
And behind him, a throne.
Not hers. Not their father's.
But a third one.
Older. Hidden.
Above it: A single line engraved in Latin.
"The child who survives both blood and fire shall reign over what remains."
Selina's hands trembled.
For the first time, in a long time—she whispered:
"I don't know what that means."
Damian looked at her, voice hollow.
"I do."
He turned the screen to her.
"It means… your son isn't just a target."
"He's the chosen one."