The faint, almost imperceptible surge on the deep network that Kael sensed solidified into a cold, undeniable truth. The holographic map on Xeron’s console, which had shown a cautious red wave radiating outwards from the Custodian’s central node, now pulsed violently. That wave was no longer a warning; it was a deluge, a cascade of crimson energy extending towards every known ancient data site, including the Echoing Canyons. Their window of opportunity was not just closing; it was being slammed shut by an unseen hand.
"It’s accelerating its defenses," Kael murmured, his voice grim, his eyes fixed on the terrifying, expanding crimson on the map. "It’s moving to secure those Shards. Every one of them."
Lyra’s hand flew to her sword, her gaze hardening. The metallic tang in the air of Xeron
