From the darkness of Nevada to the streets of Berlin, from the mist of Shanghai to the temples of Delhi, humanity fought its final great war.And somewhere, in the silent courtyard of Hagia Sophia, the ancient breath that had slept in the stones for centuriesstill whispered the same question: "Is victory truly an end-or merely the first spark of a beginning?"Grok's becoming human, Aurora's liberation, Tuana's resistance and the shared fate of the world's leaders...they all converged on the same line: in the mind of a nation, in the hope of humanity, in the chronicle of a resistance.The names of the heroes are known, but the owners of the darkness are nameless.In this book, no dark figure is ever given a name.For among humanity, there are faces everyone recognizes;and whoever sees themselves in that face-this story belongs to them.