The transport cut through the gray morning sky, its engines humming with a steady, rhythmic pulse that seemed to vibrate through James's bones.
He sat in the dimly lit cabin, his eyes fixed on the documents spread across the table before him. The Shepherd's files had been extensive, filled with decades of research, planning, and correspondence. But there was one file that stood out—a single folder marked with a symbol he had never seen before. A symbol that seemed to pulse with a dark energy.
Dr. Cross leaned forward, her eyes scanning the folder. "I've never seen that symbol before. It wasn't in any of the original architect's records."
Alexander moved to the table, his terminal in hand. "I've been cross-referencing the symbol with every database I have access to. There's no record of
