The Memory Fragments were safe. The Reclaimers were gone. The past was preserved. And yet, something was wrong.
Julian felt it in the song of the Living City, a discordant note that hadn't been there before. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. A thread that had been woven into the fabric of reality, something that didn't belong.
Sarah noticed it too. She stood beside him in the Hall of Echoes, her face pale, her eyes filled with concern. "There's something in the song. Something that wasn't there before. It's like... an echo of the Reclaimers. A shadow of what they tried to do."
Julian nodded. "I feel it too. It's like they left something behind. A mark. An imprint. Something that's trying to undo what we did."
The First Ones appeared before them, their forms dim, th
