"We need to go, Lyra," Kael said, his voice firm, all traces of panic gone, replaced by a steely determination. He extended a hand to help her up. "Nyx is still trying to tear this place apart. She doesn't want anyone to remember. She doesn't want me to remember."
Lyra took his hand, her gaze still fixed on him, a flicker of something new – respect, perhaps, or a shared burden – in her eyes. She pulled herself up, her warrior’s stance returning, but her face remained pale. The raw truth of their digital existence, of Earth's demise, hung heavy in the air between them.
"So, what do we do, Kael?" she asked, her voice quiet but resolute. "If we're all trapped here… if this is the last of humanity… how do we stop her from destroying it all?"
"We fight," Kael said, his voice hard, echoing in
