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The knob turned. Then the blue screen in front of me flashed a bright red color. It was so bright that it lit up my dark room. The cold, mechanical voice of LUS boomed so hard inside my brain that it made my ears ring. [LUS Initializing. First Quest: Sever the leeching ties. Reward: Dimensional Storage.]

The whole of his upper body was bare and wet, water dripping from his hair to trickle down. "We," Alex breathed out, feeling cold shivers down his spine Seb placed his palm on his cheek to caress it. His hands were wet and cold, making Alex shiver at his every touch. "We have plans for the day, right?" "I know," Seb replied, Alex immediately looking away. "Blue, look at me." Gulping, Alex looked directly into Seb's blue eyes, catching a familiar glint in them. They looked so intense and Alex knew exactly what they meant as he felt it too.

A tiny green light pulsed steady in the upper corner of the screen. Beside him, eight Vanguard guards lined up in a tight semicircle, their heavy automatic rifles pointed straight at the frozen men on the ground. Commander Vance stopped five feet away from Noah. He looked down at Noah the way an old farmer looks at a broken fence post. "It is a fascinating thing, Noah," Commander Vance said, his voice smooth and untired in the crisp morning air. "Arthur spent twenty years designing human nervous systems to respond to light frequencies. But he forgot the simplest rule of electrical wiring. Once all the light bulbs are wired to one single box, you don't need to chase each bulb. You just use th

--- Orbital Station Hermes — Coalition Command Alarms blared across the control deck. Operators scrambled, shouting over one another. “EMP charges primed across all hemispheres— awaiting code confirmation!” “Network resistance rising — frequencies adapting to our encryption!” “Command link interference detected— it’s inside the relay!” A senior officer slammed his fist against the console. “Initiate Daylight Protocol. Now!” The operator hesitated. “Sir— global command acknowledgment not returning.” “Bypass it.” “I’m trying, but—” the man’s eyes widened. “Sir, authorization’s been overwritten.”

“Enter that on the keypad—exactly.” Artemis’s fingers flew over the miniature buttons, the muscle memory of typing long commands kicking in. When the device chirped in acceptance, she allowed herself a small grin. This was surprisingly...Fun “Foxtrot-42 accepted.” “Good. Now the handshake,” Quinn continued. She demonstrated pressing an icon on the side-mounted touchscreen. “Speak the code: ‘Signal live. Handshake Alpha-Echo-Three-Nine.’ Then hit send.”

The starlight blood on my face hardens into silver lines down my cheeks like war paint. Celeste (dead calm): “Good. Then we stop playing defense.” The HUD flickers once. 13 / 47 Piece stolen: HEARTBOUND The Forty-Eighth now holds your mate-bond. Retrieve or replace. There is no third option. I look at my crew as they pour into my room—Seras on fire, Kayo tails lashing, Aki and Riku cracking knuckles, Rowan Vale stepping out of a shadow with galaxy eyes blazing. I meet every single gaze.

I'm sweaty and flushed, nervous because I am so close. Ray is behind that door, the danger of daylight be damned. I am not one of the ancient ones, still young, as much as I hate to accept it, so I cannot practice such fine mastery as whoever locked the main estate. Tenderly, I reach out to touch one of the dancing, rotating discs, and I see it again.

Red emergency lights pulsed on the cold steel walls of the command room as Natalia Cross stood at the edge of the central platform, her scarred face contorted with conviction and anger. The blade of lethal energy, a vicious weapon made for one purpose, hissed to life in her grasp. Behind her, the main tactical console's countdown meter blazed in fiery red numbers: 06:59... 06:58... 06:57... The mobile stronghold was equipped, operational, and prepared to unleash its terrible payload—a blow potent enough to start a world war.

Placing both into the void, I watch as they both start to glow, the crystal inside the pendant swirling and shifting between forms. “The fourth-dimensional circuits are back online,” Oaestr beams, her eyes bright with joy. “I’ll keep my message brief, just in case it falters.” Replacing the bracelet on her wrist, she looks directly at the glowing pendant. “Calling Commander Nyxt, signature AX1258. This is Navigator Oaestr. My navigation strip is broken. I will need to navigate manually. Please send a tracking beam into the void for me to follow. Over.”