The morning sun over Neo-Lagos filtered through stratified defense grids like fractured golden glass, diffusing into the early haze. But peace was a lie. Beneath the surface, the tectonic shifts of fate had already begun, and the heartbeat of Genesis Nation thundered with a new, chaotic rhythm.
Jaden Cross stood at the threshold of the Mindvault facility nestled within Sector Theta, watching engineers install the final Echo Mirror towers. His new responsibilities weighed like obsidian armor on his shoulders. Behind him, Voss-Rei hovered silently, a digital aura rippling around him like fluid thought.
"Status?" Jaden asked, eyes fixed on the colossal machinery—each node humming with suppressed memory clusters drawn from the subconscious of Genesis citizens.
Zhenari approached, her expression unreadable. "Two Vaults online. The third was delayed. There was… interference. Not from Exodus. Something else. Something alive."
Jaden's brow furrowed. "More Echoes?"
