**POV: Zane**

The summit recess pulses with barely contained tension while I sit in the secure monitoring room adjacent to the main hall, my phone connected to the compound’s security feeds as I watch the digital threads of my carefully laid trap begin to tighten. Over the past two days I fed Lila three precise pieces of false intelligence—a fabricated change to the summit schedule that suggested an early close, a supposed security gap on the east perimeter during the night shift, and a forged internal communication claiming Ayla would be moved to an offsite safe house for protection. Today, all three false leads activate simultaneously, and I wait with...