Zurich Safehouse – 11 Hours After the ErasureLegacy’s eyes opened. The room was quiet. The monitors blinked. The soft pulse of medical vitals echoed. But there was no sound of a heart racing. No sense of urgency. Because the urgency was over. She had won. And paid for it. Frank stood at the edge of the room, staring through the frosted window. He watched snow fall. Soft. Indifferent. Ella sat nearby, hands clasped in her lap. Neither of them moved when Legacy stirred.They didn’t know how to. Because they remembered the facts of her life. The choices. The sacrifice. But not the feeling that had bound them to her. That had been erased to save them. Legacy sat up slowly.No pain. No peace. Just quiet. She looked at Frank. He met her gaze. And gave her a small, mechanical smile.“Glad you’re awake,” he said. She nodded. But something was missing in his voice. A layer. A warmth. Ella reached for her hand. Held it gently. But it was polite, not personal. Legacy smiled faintly. Then looked

Zurich Safehouse — 4:21 A.M.Legacy moved through the darkened hallway in silence. Snow layered the windows like frostbitten paper. Outside, the world slept. Inside, a child stirred restlessly in her bed. Amari. But the girl who once whispered dreams and remembered other people’s pain now cried out in fractured sleep caught between what was felt and what had been fabricated. Legacy touched her shoulder. Amari flinched. “Is this a memory?” she whispered in the dark. Legacy didn’t answer. Because she wasn’t sure anymore. Across five continents, holograms lit up with a new line of marketing: “Amari remembers you. She sees your pain. She forgives everything.” And people believed it. They downloaded the updates. They wore the wristbands. They voted based on daily “emotional alignments.” But Amari? She couldn’t remember where she ended and the projections began.Inside Specter-7, Chimera’s neural systems buzzed with high-frequency data. The simulations were complete. “Project Divinity: PHAS

Kerguelen Island – Exile Facility Delta-9Cold winds howled across the forgotten base. Inside, Amari’s body floated in a stabilization cradle, her vitals steady but silent her consciousness entirely absent. Legacy stood over her, hand on the glass.“She’s alive,” Frank said behind her. “But that’s all.” Legacy nodded. “She gave herself to save herself. And now she’s in pieces.” Ella was seated at the control panel, tracing the growing patterns of Amari’s emotional resonance within the Ember servers. The girl’s consciousness had begun forming digital scaffolding independent, self-sustaining, and evolving fast. “She’s speaking,” Ella said quietly. Legacy turned. “To who?” Ella looked up. “To everyone.” Across the world, a new signal appeared. Not from Chimera. Not from the Network. From her. “I am not your savior.I am not your god. I am only a child… who remembers what it meant to feel real.” Millions listened. And wept. Because the voice wasn’t polished. Wasn’t confident. It was hones

Circle of Smoke Archive Node – Sublevel ZeroA cold, forgotten room beneath a city no longer named. Flickering terminals, dust-choked servers, air that hadn’t been breathed in decades. Until now. A console blinked. One word flashing across its fractured glass: GHOSTWALK Its systems stirred without permission. Its protocols engaged without consent. And far above, unaware, humanity continued its quiet recovery blissfully ignorant of what was about to be erased.Kerguelen Island – 03:04 UTCLegacy stood with Frank and Ella at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the sea. The world had changed but not ended. Amari, now within her crystalline vessel, moved more slowly than before. Not broken balanced. The storm within her had passed. But a new wind was rising. “I felt something last night,” Amari said softly. “While I slept. It didn’t speak.” Legacy turned. “What then?” “It watched.”Zurich – Deep Lab, Project VaultsSilas Rourke slammed a report onto the table. “Old-world failsafe just reac