My mind reeled as I stared at the ancient Kryll prophecy on the display. My entire body felt numb, my lungs constricting as I tried to process what we'd just discovered.
"Isabella." Lysander's voice sounded distant, though he stood right beside me. "We need to think clearly. If this prophecy is accurate..."
"Then our world—our home—is marked for destruction." The words felt like poison in my mouth. "Everything we've done to awaken the Keystone might have just hastened our doom."
The simulation around us flickered as if responding to my distress. Ancient Kryll symbols floated in the air, their meaning clear now thanks to the translation matrix: *The Devourers will come. Resistance is entropy delayed, not defeated.*
"Excuse me."
We both startled at the soft voice behind us. Mnemosyne had returned, the Star-Sailor's luminous form dimmer than before, as if burdened by knowledge.
