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Keira felt like her chest was about to explode. She opened her eyes but she could not see anything, it must be the helmet, she touched her face there was no helmet. A thick cloth covered her eyes, she was blindfolded. She also was not wearing her armored suit anymore. She had difficulty breathing because the air was thick. This is one of the things they were taught, that breathing on Meraki would get some used to. She had so many questions, why was she blindfolded, was she alone?

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Xavier’s POV By the time we finally made it back to my suite, the academy had gone quiet. Break had emptied most of Eclipse Academy, leaving the halls almost unnaturally still. Every now and then, distant footsteps echoed somewhere beyond the corridor before fading into silence again. Our afternoon in the library had followed us home. Journals covered my coffee table. Loose sheets of parchment filled with hurried notes were scattered across the couch and the floor. Maps, family trees, and names of forgotten kingdoms were scribbled across pages in three different handwritings. We’d spent hours chasing Aldren’s trail, only to discover every answer pointed toward another question.

“According to my schematic, the one on that floor is closed. So they need to go to the next floor down.” “How did you know?” I ask, curious as to how my new friend seems to know everything. Katelyn grins, bright and full, “Oh, these are my smart glasses. Aren’t they clever? They’re way better than the ones that other company makes,” she declares proudly. “They are lighter, more discreet, and they have much faster connectivity. Here, try it out.” She places her glasses on my face when I soon learn they are not prescription after all. Overlaid on the view of the elevator door, I see a complete map of the floor we were just on.

Meanwhile, at Blackmark mansion, Raya was sipping her wine when the witch named Griffin appeared out of nowhere and bowed down to Mrs Blackmark. "Griffin...what are you doing here?" she asked smilingly then continued, "Oh, it doesn't matter. Now that you are here...join me for a drink. Will you?" "My lady...I need to tell you something important…" her facial expressions were crucial and tone seemed urgent. "What is it?" Raya asked with her eyebrows knitted. "The eclipse is coming…" she mentioned carefully. Hearing this Raya left the glass of wine from her hand and it broke into a million pieces, the wine spread along the floor.

Then my mind went back to the glasses. “Are those some kind of spy glasses?” I pointed at them. “You were able to tell my mood with them.” He laughed. “My latest invention,” he said. “Still a prototype. Only one exists in the world right now. It was delivered a few minutes ago—from my company.” I blinked. “You’re serious?” “They were originally designed for introverts like me,” he continued, “to help read emotional data without… talking too much.” His mouth tilted. “But now security organizations are requesting it.”

I touch on the connection using an air swipe command. My contact lenses began to jitter, and I was jolted by a tingling sensation of electricity that caused me to blink a few times. They were able to insert my viewing screen into the air-tech system with no problems. I blinked once more, and the screen display flashed with a revealing message with the precise coordinates of the location.

The Eclipse software launched from Phoenix’s HQ, hidden inside a livestream platform that allowed users to view, tag, and break apart manipulated speech files. In one hour, over 47,000 flagged videos were debunked. A side-by-side comparison showed: Original (AI generated): “I created Firelight to control.” Reconstructed (truth): “I rejected Firelight. It was control, not innovation.” Users watched real-time corrections unfold across their feeds. Hashtags trended: #EclipseTruth #SophieDidntSayThat #BelindaBurned The Cassandra Protocol’s grip cracked. Later that night, Sophie sat in the garden again, shoulders slumped.

Indeed, it was truly a piece of glass, and it looked like it had been taken down from a chandelier, based on its shape. She smirked as she asked, “Uncle Tarek, how much did you spend on this piece of glass?” Tarek’s face turned pale. He had bought a piece of jade, but why did it turn out to be a piece of glass? He stammered, “I-I spent… $200,000.” He had spent $200,000 on a piece of glass from a chandelier. Oh, my goodness! That was so ridiculous! Who would sell a piece of glass from a chandelier at $200,000? That was akin to robbery!

On the console, under MODEL CONTROL, was an option: SANDBOX – TEST ENVIRONMENTS. I hovered. “Clara,” Niko said sharply. “No freeplay.” “They showed me something in Horizon,” I said. “A demo. Godmode Lite. I want to see if it shows up here.” I clicked. A list of environments dropped down. GODMODE_SANDBOX_01. GODMODE_SANDBOX_02. Then I saw it. AEGIS_COMPAT_TEST (PENDING). My stomach turned.