Aqualis burned.
Sirens blared through the fractured cityscape, each scream of warning lost in the thunder of collapsing buildings and the screech of cloaked invaders flooding through breached walls. The blue-white glow of the city was now stained red by fire and grief.
Jaden ducked under a collapsing beam, dragging a wounded sentinel to safety. His hands shook, not from fatigue—but rage. Rage that this war had come to them. Rage that the Architect System had failed to protect what it was meant to guide.
"Secure the medbay!" he barked. "Get her to Talia—go!"
The soldier groaned but nodded, carried off by two medics.
"Jaden!" Eira's voice crackled through his comm. "Sector Four's collapsing. We need reinforcements or we lose the Archives!"
"On it!" Jaden switched channels. "Corv, you free?"
"Almost," Corv grunted. "But these bastards don't die easy."
In the distance, the thud-thud-thud of Corv's seismic fists sent tremors across the stone.
