"That, Liam," Julian said, his voice barely a whisper, his gaze fixed on the chaotic, fear-ridden market data, "is the question that keeps me awake at night." He knew this battle was far from over. It was escalating into something far more insidious, a war not just for control of the Aetherium, but for the very soul of humanity. He felt a profound chill, a chilling premonition that the Konsili had just begun to show their true, terrifying power. How do we fight an enemy that can turn our own minds against us? Julian thought, his hand instinctively going to his Seal of the Guardian, its deep blue glow a fragile beacon against the encroaching shadow.
Two days later, the question still gnawed at him, a silent, persistent echo in the back of his mind. The frantic pace of Ravenscroft's Nexus C
