The crimson twilight spread across the skyline of Neo-Lagos like a bleeding wound. High above the skeletal towers of Sector 3, the Reconstruction Drones swarmed like fireflies, weaving a lattice of nanowebbing across the scorched remnants of what used to be the Archive Hall. The war against the Exodus had scarred more than concrete and steel—it had warped the very nature of reality within Genesis Nation.
Jaden Cross stood alone on the northern overlook, overlooking what once was a symbol of the old world and now, a fragile promise of something new.
"Status?" he asked quietly, eyes scanning the distant haze.
Lyra's voice answered through the internal relay, cool but tinged with something brittle.
"Memory distortion is accelerating. Reports from Freetown and Old Cape suggest complete neuromap rewrites in over 3,000 civilians. Exodus isn't just attacking infrastructure anymore. They're rewriting who people are."
