"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?"
"Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."
I looked at Silas. He was still holding me, his fingers digging into my shoulders. His violet eyes were darting toward the ceiling of the cavern, as if he could see through the miles of rock to the emerald beams weaving a web around our world.
"How do we stop a planet from turning into a machine?" Silas asked, his voice raw.
"We don't," Marcus Thorne s
