The walk to Command always feels longer than it should.
Not because the Array is large—it is—but because every step closer strips away another layer of illusion. The lights sharpen. The air cools. The hum of the Veins sinks lower, heavier, like the building itself is paying attention.
Mira walks half a step behind me. Not escorting. Anchoring.
We don’t talk.
We don’t need to.
The doors to High Command slide open with ceremonial slowness, the kind that’s meant to remind you who owns the space.
I recognize everyone immediately.
Director Halix stands at the head of the chamber, hands clasped behind his back, posture immaculate in a way that feels curated rather than natural.
To his right: Garrick Solan. Broad as a wall and just as immovable, arms crossed over his chest like he’s perso
