The "Backdoor" rift didn't smell like steam or ozone. It smelled of freshly cut grass, rain on a hot asphalt driveway, and the faint, sweet scent of strawberry Lip Smacker.It was the smell of a world that had died twenty-eight years ago, preserved in a vacuum of nostalgia and high-density data."Don't let the scent fool you, Elara," Silas said, his voice now a resonant, vibrating bass that seemed to come from the shadows beneath his feet rather than his throat. He stood beside me, his new obsidian skin absorbing the dim light of the Forge. He looked like a statue carved from a black hole, his violet eyes the only beacons of humanity left in his form. "It's a chemical signature. A 'Welcome Mat' designed to lower the heart rate of anyone entering the sector.""It's working," I whispered, my hand trembling as I reached toward the shimmering edge of the rift. "My heart is screaming, Silas. It wants to go home.""Home is a graveyard," Jax growled, his sapphire fur still scorched from the
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