Commander Kaela Voss stood at the edge of the city wall, her eyes fixed on the horizon where the last remnants of the Void God's army had dissolved into nothing. The sun was rising, painting the sky in shades of gold and pink. It was beautiful. Peaceful.
But Kaela couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Twenty-two months had passed since she had defeated the Void God. Twenty-two months of peace. Twenty-two months of rebuilding. The city was thriving. The people were happy. The network was flourishing.
But Kaela's nanites were restless. They pulsed in her blood, whispering to her, warning her of something she couldn't see. The network was sending out waves of energy that she could feel in her bones, like a distant alarm that never stopped.
"Commander," her second-in-command
