Ethan couldn’t tell if the voice was real or echoing through his mind.
The cradle pulsed around him — vast, shifting walls of light and code that seemed to breathe like living metal. His vision blurred between the physical and the digital, the boundaries dissolving faster with every heartbeat.
He staggered forward, his boots sinking into the translucent floor. Every step rippled like water beneath him.
Then came the whisper again — faint, distorted, but unmistakable.
“Finish it…”
Ethan froze.
He turned toward the sound, scanning the infinite corridor of light. “Reddick?” he called, his voice small against the vastness. “Is that you?”
Static responded — a soft hum, then a flicker of images in the walls around him. For an instant, he saw flashes of the outside world — explosions, dron
