The symbol appeared at the clock tower at 4:43 a.m.
Marcus had been standing vigil, watching the threads of connection pulse with steady golden light. The bridge was strong. The Breach was sealed. But something was wrong. A tension in the air, a pressure at the edges of his awareness, like the moment before a storm breaks.
Then the symbol appeared.
It was unlike anything he'd ever seen. It pulsed with a light that shifted between colors—gold, silver, shadow, and something else, something he couldn't name. It seemed to move, to breathe, to live.
Beneath it, written in a language that shouldn't exist, were words he could somehow read.
THE BRIDGE IS STRONG. THE BREACH IS SEALED. BUT THE CONVERGENCE IS COMING. THE MOMENT WHEN ALL THREADS MEET. THE MOMENT WHEN EVERYTHING CHANGES.
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