The hybrids did not attack.
Dozens of them stood at the crater’s rim like silent worshippers, their glowing forms cutting through the fog. Some bore Ryker’s jawline and build. Others carried Lira’s sharp eyes and graceful posture. A few had blended features so perfectly they looked like the children the old Code could never have created naturally. None moved against them.
Ryker helped Lira to her feet, his body still humming from the massive surge of power he had unleashed. New spikes along his forearms slowly retracted, leaving faint bloody trails that healed within moments. The Code felt almost… satisfied.
One hybrid stepped forward a tall female figure with flowing data-strand hair and a calm, regal bearing. Her voice was a soft duet of Ryker and Lira’s tones.
“We do not wish to fig
