Moments later,The "Ancestral Mirage" was no longer a forest; it was a collapsing singularity of genetic grief. Inside the illusion, Xander was drowning in the collective trauma of a thousand years, his golden aura flickering like a candle in a hurricane. He was forced to relive the "Great Culling," a historical era where the Veil’s early architects used primitive sonic flutes to drive the ancient Warg packs into madness. He felt the cold iron of the first "Silver-Lock" branding his skin, a psychological brand that whispered a singular, devastating lie: You are a monster meant for a cage.But just as the shadows of the first Alphas reached out to claim his consciousness, a sound pierced the veil of the past. It wasn't a roar, a cipher, or a howl. It was the frantic, jagged, and beautiful rhythm of a human heart.Back in the Apex Control Center, Evangeline ignored the shrieking alarms of the monitors and the literal sparks jumping from the console. She gripped the Acoustic Prism with
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