Semua Bab The Children of Triune: Bab 1 - Bab 7

Lilly—My darling, I’m sorry I’ve been away so long. The New World Military has me posted in what’s left of Giza this quarter, and what they’ve uncovered here has upended everything we thought we knew.Last month, the LIDAR 8400 picked up anomalous readings about forty-two feet beneath where the Great Sphinx once stood before the Anthropocene wars. They’d already excavated a few chambers by the time I arrived, but only this week did the scientists manage to open the hermetically sealed jars and the strange metal boxes. Inside were clay tablets, scrolls, mechanical fragments, and objects unlike anything in our records, texts written in a cuneiform no one recognizes, and devices that defy our engineers’ first guesses.There is, however, a sliver of hope. One document appears to be a cipher, a key that lets us begin translating the rest. We’ve only just started the work; it will be long and painstaking. But from the fragments we’ve unlocked so far, this archive may hold not only a chroni

The classroom wasn't just a room; it was a subterranean amphitheater. Tiers of smooth, cool stone steps fell away at a dizzying angle toward the center, and to either side dozens of small, organic desks and chairs seemed to grow from the floor itself. A faint tremor ran under Gilly’s feet as she tried to slip in unnoticed.High above, dense luminous roots, thick as pythons, snaked down from the Mother Tree. Their bioluminescence painted the rock in shifting bands of emerald and amethyst. Sleek consoles, their purpose half-technology, half-organic, were woven into the roots and hummed with a quiet efficiency. This was where they learned to survive in the Middle, where they honed their Gifts, and where they prepared to reach the Upper.Gilly eased into the back row and met Mother’s steady gaze. The woman’s face remained austere, but Gilly felt the weight of it like a hand on her shoulder. Mother—teacher, caregiver, scientist—adjusted her pristine white coat, raised a gloved finger to st

Barely four and a half feet tall, Little Sister’s diminutive frame hid her true age. Her youthful features and petite build blended easily with the student population, masking years that had hardened her in ways Gilly could not see. Cropped slate-blue hair framed high cheekbones, and intricate thermal patterns, like an archaic script etched into her skin, traced her neck and shoulders, hinting at a history older than the classroom itself.Gilly watched Mother glare up at the late arrival, noting how hard she worked to keep disappointment from showing. The corner of Gilly’s mouth lifted in a small, private smile; she felt a strange pride in Mother’s attempt to mimic human temper. Every tiny motion, how Mother stepped from behind her desk, the way she smoothed her coat, read like a practiced performance. A thin hiss of annoyance slipped from Mother as she climbed the auditorium stairs.“So glad you finally decided to join us, Little Sister. Did you not consider the ramifications of bein

It looked like paradise compared to their current underground home. Dozens upon dozens of islands clustered together like jewels scattered across a painter’s canvas, each one bursting with vibrant greenery and blossoms in every imaginable hue. Archipelagos rose from the bright green waters in jagged crags and towering cliffs, their edges sharp as blades yet softened by the riot of vines and flowers that clung to them. The air in the images seemed alive with color, petals drifting like confetti, birds wheeling in the pink sky, and the shimmer of phebuslight breaking across the waves.Across this verdant expanse, enchanting buildings appeared to grow directly from the land itself. Walls were woven from living trees, their trunks bent and coaxed into elegant shapes, while roofs were carved from stone polished smooth and patterned with moss. The architecture was not imposed upon nature but born from it, a seamless harmony of craft and wilderness. Against the backdrop of the rose-tinted he