The wind howled through the unfinished halls of Haven Spire, the newest vertical settlement Jaden had commissioned near the geothermal vents of Old Ibadan Crater. Its core thrummed with energy—clean, stable, and revolutionary. It was meant to power a hundred districts. To be a model of peace.
Instead, it echoed with tension.
Jaden stood before the towering data-core, arms crossed as he watched projections of recent sabotage attempts flicker across the wall.
"Three strikes in a week," Serah reported, pacing. "Precision tech disruptions, like they know our architecture. They're not trying to destroy the system. They're testing it. Mapping it."
Dax spit into a recycled canister. "That's not insurgency. That's prelude."
Lyra projected a hologram of the intruders' movement patterns. "And every time they strike, they leave one symbol behind. The gear and thorned vine. Virelia's calling card."
Jaden exhaled sharply. "She wants us to see. She wants us to know she's close."
