The morning sun rose over Portside, casting long golden shadows across the cobblestone streets. Ethan stood on the wall, his eyes fixed on the horizon, his mind at peace for the first time in longer than he could remember. The shadow was contained. The world was safe. The Network of Light was thriving. And he was free—truly free—for the first time since his awakening.
But freedom came with responsibility.
"There's something I need to talk to you about," Ethan said, turning to face the small group gathered behind him. Ava stood at his side, her hand resting on his arm. Frank was there, his weathered face filled with pride. Mara represented the Council of Light, her expression solemn. And the Archivist stood apart, his ancient eyes gleaming with knowledge.
Ethan took a deep breath. "I've
