Maia's pov“Maia, don’t move.”I stop because of the way Kael says my name, low and sharp, like he’s already too late.“What is it?” I ask.He doesn’t answer right away. His hand slides into mine, not gentle, not reassuring. Protective. Like he’s bracing for impact.“Look up,” he says.I do.The screen that wasn’t there a second ago drops down from the ceiling, massive and unavoidable, filling the chamber with light. Not red. Not warning colors. White. Clean. Neutral.Broadcast white.Eli swears behind us. “That’s not internal.”My stomach sinks. “That means it’s public.”The city’s symbol flickers once, then disappears. Replaced by a live feed. Streets. Homes. Transit hubs. Faces turning upward, confused, startled, afraid. Millions of people watching at the same time.Kael tightens his grip. “Maia, someone just hijacked every channel.”“I know,” I say.Because I feel it. The way the system shifts, not resisting, not panicking. Yielding. Letting it happen.A woman appears on the scree
Última actualización : 2025-12-21 Leer más