The plan was nothing short of a suicide mission. We had to ascend to the very peak of the White Tower, bypass the High Council, and overload the Master Node before the Final Integration turned my people into liquid data.
"I'll provide the distraction," Killian said, his eyes burning with the old, fierce fire of the Black Mountain. "The Reclaimed are being held in the lower levels, dormant in their stasis pods. If I can wake even a dozen of them, we can turn this tower into a war zone. They won't be expecting a fight from the livestock.'"
"Be careful, Killian," I said, reaching out to pull him close. The scent of him—pine, rain, and raw wolf—was the only thing keeping me grounded in this shimmering nightmare. "The Sovereigns here... they aren't like the ones we fought on Earth. They've
