The Discord
The emergency meeting was called at 6:14 AM. Brayn stood in the command center, his eyes scanning the faces of his assembled team. Danielle was beside him, her face pale. Kelvin stood with his arms crossed, his eyes hard. Andrew was at his terminal, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "We have a problem," Andrew said, his voice grim. "A new faction is emerging. They're calling themselves the Discord." Brayn's eyes narrowed. "The Discord? What do they want?" Andrew pulled up a series of data logs. "They're saying that the new system is just another form of control. They're claiming that the Shadow's blueprint was a trap. That we've been manipulated from the beginning." Brayn's blood ran cold. "That's impossible. The Shadow helped us build this system. They showed us the truth." An
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