The city was healing.
I stood on the roof of the safehouse, looking out over the Warrens. The streets were busy again, filled with people going about their lives. The chaos of the past few months was fading, replaced by a fragile sense of normalcy.
But I knew it wouldn't last.
The network was pulsing in the back of my mind, its energy vibrant and alive. It was growing stronger every day, evolving into something new. But there was something else, too—a tension in the air, a sense that something was about to happen.
"The network is stabilizing," Freya said, appearing beside me. "The connections are holding. The corruption is gone."
I nodded slowly. "But something doesn't feel right. Like we're waiting for the other shoe to drop."
Freya looked at me, her eyes filled with concern. "What
