AI WHISPERS
"I'm... I'm back."
"You're whole," I say, smiling.
Harlan looks around the mindscape. He frowns.
"Almost," he says.
He points to the distance.
There, standing alone in the white void, is a door. It is heavy, black iron. Chains wrapped around it.
It is pulsing with a red, angry light.
"What is that?" Alex asks.
"The fourth fragment," Harlan says, his voice trembling.
We walk toward it. The air gets colder with every step.