Ethan Hunt stood upon the desolate, silent world, staring into the cosmic void. The memory of those crimson eyes was burned into his mind like a brand on a soul. He had played their game.
He had climbed their ladders. He had been a "genius" by their definitions. But now, he knew the truth. He was a goldfish in a bowl, and the bowl was sitting on a table in a room he was never meant to see.
He did not just want to jump out of the bowl. He wanted to shatter the glass.
For the next month, Ethan became a ghost across the realities. He moved with a cold, mechanical efficiency that bordered on the divine. He slipped between the layers of reality, hunting the candidates of the Eternal Domain with the focus of a predator.
