Flight Madrid → Mexico City — Tuesday NightThe plane sailed over the Atlantic, wrapped in an uneasy silence. Rebeca stared out the
window, unable to sleep.
Elías read through his breviary. Lucas observed the passengers one by one, as if he
were seeing things the others couldn't.
"Why Mexico?" Rebeca asked.
Elías closed the book.
"Because the Fourth Seal gave us a location: Teotihuacán. That's where the next seal
will activate."
"Why would he help?" Rebeca insisted. "According to the book, he's part of the
Apocalypse."
Lucas answered before the priest.
"Because he doesn't want her to open it."
Rebeca frowned.
"Her who?"
Lucas sighed.
"The Woman of Silence. The one who speaks without speaking. The one who wrote the
seals with blood that wasn't hers. The one waiting in Patmos."
Elías swallowed hard.
"That part of the book was torn out. How do you know that?"
"Because they told me," Lucas said. "The ones who shine. The ones on the other side."
Rebeca leaned closer.
"Do you see them now?"
Lucas nodded slowly.
"And they're very agitated. Something is wrong. Very wrong."
A flight attendant approached.
"Ms. Neuman, are you? We have an urgent message for you in the cabin."Rebeca exchanged glances with Elías and stood. She walked down the aisle until a
hand grabbed her arm violently.
The passenger in seat 14C.
He had been asleep the entire flight.
Until now.
"You," the man whispered, his eyes entirely black. "You are the key and the lock."
The attendant screamed. The man convulsed, opened his mouth, and a dark smoke
poured out.
Then he died.
Passengers shouted. Lucas stood, staring at the scene, and whispered:
"The fourth seal moved ahead. And there shouldn't be smoke in a dead body."