Lost & found: A Sister Reclaimed
Encrypted data streams, visible as shimmering cascades of characters, just fast enough to be unreadable, just slow enough to be intimidating.
The world.
Compressed.
Weaponized.
Isolde was already there. Of course she was. She sat with the patience of someone who had never waited for anything, only arranged for others to arrive on her schedule.
So was Elena Volkov. Her presence was a complication. Elena had been an ally once, or the closest approximation the game allowed. Now her allegiance was geometry, angles, distances, equations Ava couldn't yet solve.
And two new faces.