The Bigshot's Superstar Wife

Athena and Xavier entered the base, their steps hurried as the vibrations beneath their feet grew stronger.

The entire facility seemed to hum with an unnatural energy, as though the world itself was reacting to something unseen.

Soldiers were on high alert, their weapons drawn, scanning the sky and the shifting horizon.

The air smelled of metal and static, as if a storm was about to break, but there were no clouds, no wind, just an eerie stillness that made the hairs on Athena's arms stand on end.

She clutched the data drive tighter, knowing that whatever information lay within its encrypted files might hold the answer to this chaos.

Xavier led her through the base, past tight-lipped officers and frightened recruits, until they reached the underground bunker where the facility's intelligence team worked.

Inside, the dim lights cast long shadows against the cold steel walls.

Screens flickered, displaying incomprehensible data streams and intercepted transmissions filled with strange symbols.

"Decrypt it," Xavier ordered, tossing the drive to a technician. The young man caught it, his fingers trembling slightly as he inserted it into the system.

The room was silent as the data began to load, the decryption program working through layers upon layers of encoded messages.

Athena watched the screen intently, her pulse quickening as the first few lines of decrypted text appeared.

Project Omega: Initiation of Phase Three, Genetic Synchronization.

Athena's breath caught in her throat. Synchronization? With what? She scanned the text as more words unfolded before her eyes.

Subject Zero confirmed alive. Awakening protocol engaged. Earth's atmospheric adjustments in progress. Full synchronization expected within 72 hours.

A chill ran down her spine. "This… this doesn't make sense."

Xavier leaned over her shoulder, his brows furrowing. "What the hell is Subject Zero?"

One of the analysts, an older man with graying hair and weary eyes, spoke up.

"If I had to guess… Subject Zero would be the origin of whatever is happening here. The first… anomaly. If they're synchronizing with Earth's atmosphere, it means they aren't from here to begin with."

Athena's heart pounded. "Are you saying this..." she gestured at the shifting sky above them, "...isn't just an invasion? That Earth is being changed into something else?"

The analyst nodded grimly. "It's not just a takeover. It's a transformation."

The words hit her harder than she expected. All this time, they had fought, killed, survived, thinking they were resisting an external enemy.

But now, it seemed Earth itself was being reshaped into something unrecognizable, something designed to accommodate them.

The invaders weren't just coming to claim land. They were turning the planet into something that belonged to them.

Xavier turned to her, his expression unreadable. "Athena… do you feel anything?"

She blinked. "What?"

"These atmospheric changes, the way the world is shifting… do you feel like it's affecting you?"

The question sent an uneasy shiver down her spine. It was true that she hadn't felt any adverse effects, no nausea, no dizziness, nothing like the other soldiers who had been complaining of headaches and fatigue.

Then there were her dreams, the strange visions of a world beyond this one, of the man who looked so much like Xavier yet wasn't him.

She had dismissed them as nothing more than remnants of a forgotten past. But what if… they were something more?

"I… I don't know," she admitted. "But we don't have time to dwell on it. We need to stop whatever this synchronization process is before it's too late."

Xavier exhaled sharply and nodded. "Then we hit the source. The research facility we just raided, there's more to it. We need to find out where this all began."

Athena clenched her fists. "Then we move now."

They set out under the cover of night, moving swiftly across the ruined cityscape toward the heart of the disaster.

The research facility they had raided earlier was just one of many, there had to be a central hub where the real work had been conducted.

As they traveled, Athena noticed how much the landscape had changed even in the short time since they left the base.

The buildings looked more weathered, their surfaces cracked and pulsing with a strange, vein-like texture.

Some of the roads had crumbled entirely, and the earth beneath them no longer felt like solid ground, it felt like something alive, shifting just beneath the surface.

They weren't just running out of time. They were already too late.

Xavier led the way, his senses sharper than ever, his eyes scanning the horizon for threats. They avoided the usual zombie hordes with ease, but new dangers had emerged.

Strange creatures, neither fully human nor fully alien, crawled through the ruins, their glowing eyes watching from the darkness.

Athena fought the urge to shiver as they passed one of them, its mouth splitting open in an unnatural way, revealing rows of jagged teeth.

"They're evolving," Xavier murmured. "Adapting faster than we thought."

Athena didn't reply. She already knew.

The facility came into view, a massive underground structure buried beneath what used to be a military complex.

Unlike the one they had raided before, this one was still operational. Lights glowed from within, and automated defense turrets lined the perimeter.

"We're going in quiet," Xavier said.

Athena smirked. "When are we ever quiet?"

They infiltrated the facility with expert precision, moving through shadowed corridors and taking down guards swiftly.

The deeper they went, the more apparent it became that this place wasn't just a research lab. It was a control center.

Inside, massive screens displayed live footage of the planet from above. The shifting sky. The pulse of energy radiating from deep underground.

The countdown, 72 hours until full synchronization. And then Athena saw it.

A containment pod surrounded by scientists and high-ranking officials. Inside the pod was a figure, a woman, suspended in thick liquid, her eyes closed as if in deep sleep. Her features…

Athena's breath hitched. She was looking at herself.

The world tilted. A deep sense of wrongness clawed at her chest, and she stumbled back. Xavier caught her before she could fall, his grip firm.

"What the hell..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Athena's mind raced. Was this a clone? A copy? A past version of herself? None of it made sense. But then the monitors flickered, and a voice echoed through the room.

"Subject Zero has arrived."

The scientists turned, eyes wide with shock, and Athena realized, they weren't looking at the pod. They were looking at her.

The containment pod cracked. The liquid inside began to drain. The woman's eyes fluttered open. And Athena knew, whatever was about to happen next, there was no turning back.