For a second, no one spoke.
The words didn't just land they settled into the room like something heavy and permanent.
This isn't the only one.
Dante didn't loosen his grip on the copy's wrist.
If anything, his hold tightened just slightly, controlled but deliberate, like he was reminding himself that this this thing was real, solid, present.
Not just something in the system.
Not just something in his head.
Victor took a slow step forward, his voice low and steady, but edged with something sharper underneath.
"How many?"
The copy didn't answer immediately.
It didn't look confused.
Didn't look like it was calculating.
It simply watched them.
And that was worse.
Because it meant the answer already existed.
Behind them, the console flickered.
Once.
Then again.
Camille's signal spiked. "Dante"
The screen lit up fully.
Not with warnings.
Not with errors.
With feeds.
Multiple.
One after another.
Corridor A.
Stairwell access.
Secondary hallway.
Service entrance.
