The search didn’t feel like movement anymore.
It felt like collapse in reverse.
Kael moved with his unit through the outer gridlands.
Silent.
Focused.
Every step heavier than the last.
Not because they were lost.
But because they were close.
Too close.
“We found a trail,” one of the trackers said.
Kael didn’t slow.
“Where?”
The man hesitated.
“Eastern rupture zone. Old transit lines.”
That was enough.
Kael’s expression hardened instantly.
“That’s not random movement,” Riven said quietly beside him.
Kael didn’t respond.
Because he already knew.
This wasn’t random.
This was controlled displacement.
Someone was repositioning Lyra.
Meanwhile
Lyra was awake.
Barely.
The room had changed again.
Another shift.
Another containment adjustment.
But something was different
