The bunker was practically vibrating with the hum of the cooling servers. It was 11:00 PM, exactly twenty-one hours before the global broadcast of Sienna Blake’s debut stadium concert, and the final render of the master tracks was inching across Lyra’s monitor.

At ninety-eight percent, the progres

The roar of eighty thousand screaming fans was a physical force. It vibrated through the reinforced glass of the VIP control booth, rattling the champagne flutes on the wet bar and sending a deep, rhythmic tremor up through the soles of Lyra’s boots.

It was a sensory shock. After months locked in

The heavy, metallic click of the *MASTER PLAY* button echoed in the soundproof VIP control booth, a sharp punctuation mark at the end of Julian’s countdown.

Instantly, the stadium beneath them erupted.

Eighty thousand screaming fans surged forward as the massive stage lights flared to life, pain