Copenhagen – Reflector Event Site Four Days LaterIt looked like a festival. Banners hung like silk threads over a sunlit square. Projection towers shimmered with serene imagery open hands, soft light, children smiling beneath artificial sunsets. Above it all, in golden serif font, hovered one phrase: “The Path of Legacy: Global Healing Tour” Only it wasn’t her path. It wasn’t even her. Legacy stood on a rooftop overlooking the square, jaw tight. “It’s a sanctuary of revisionism,” she said, voice low. Ella scanned the crowd below. “They’re not forcing belief. They’re seducing it.” Down in the square, a stage rose like an altar. A young woman close in age and build to Legacy stood center stage, dressed in imitation robes, tone measured, smile soft. She looked like peace. She spoke like forgiveness. But she was neither. “We remember Legacy not for the pain she revealed…but for the calm she inspired.” “Let us not dwell on suffering, but choose clarity. Let us not remember grief. Let us

Minutes After the Vote — Global Broadcast GridThe moment Option B won the real Legacy, raw and unfiltered—the Reflectors activated Contingency Echelon. Not to reverse the vote. But to punish it. South Korea – Seoul Thousands cheered as Legacy’s stream ended. Then the pain began. A boy clutched his head, gasping as his chest tightened. His sister screamed, not in fear but in grief she hadn’t felt in years. She remembered. The loss. The mistake. The silence that came after. Brazil – Recife A woman dropped to her knees in the middle of a market. Her hands trembled. Around her, others did the same. Old griefs resurfaced. Forgotten betrayals reignited. Hope bloomed and shattered under the weight of unprocessed memory. The Reflectors had weaponized the truth. They unleashed a neuro-emotive virus Echo Burn designed to force every citizen into full emotional reabsorption. “You wanted to feel?” said the Conductor in a hidden feed. “Then feel everything. All at once.”Kerguelen Island – Circle

Kerguelen Island – Deep Chamber Theta A single phrase had locked the Circle of Smoke in silence: "If the child completes the composition… the world won’t survive it." It was written in Valkyrie-era code. Found in the ruins of Chimera’s orbital shard. And signed by someone only one person remembered. Legacy. Herself. From before she was called Legacy. Frank stared at the decrypted document. “This isn't a warning,” he said. “It’s a loop.” Ella scrolled through the metadata. “Legacy didn’t just break free from Valkyrie. She wrote this failsafe after she gained sentience.” Legacy nodded. “I built Overture as a countermeasure. If Echo.Sonata ever took root in someone pure…” She looked toward the surveillance screen showing Amari seated in her resonance chamber, humming softly, eyes closed. “…they wouldn’t just reflect feeling. They’d become a new conductor.” Zurich – Sentiment Monitoring Grid Greyfire buzzed in, alarmed. “The feedback loop has accelerated. Amari is syncing emotional stream

Lagos, Sector 7A – Perimeter Plaza 3 minutes after Echo Resonance InitiationThe silence before the shot was louder than any siren. Legacy stood at the threshold between fear and awakening. Dust swirled around her feet. Behind her, the people of Sector 7A were weeping, trembling, remembering. Ahead, six armored soldiers emerged from black transport units. Their faces were hidden behind mirrored visors. No insignia. No emotion. Heartkill Protocol Units. Each held a neural disruptor clean, silent, deadly. The lead soldier stepped forward. “Subject Amari must be surrendered. This is not a negotiation.” Legacy’s reply was calm. “No.” The soldier raised his rifle. “You have three seconds.” She stepped closer. “If you pull that trigger, you won’t just end her. You’ll end the part of yourself that knows what love ever felt like.” Behind her, Amari stood still, eyes glowing like softened dawn. She raised her hand. Not in defense. But invitation. “You don’t need to hurt anymore.” Then she sang

Kyrgyzstan – The Ghost EstateNo guards. No networks. Just wind over stone and rusted gates that once protected an empire. Corbin sat beneath an awning, sipping lukewarm tea and watching the sky like it owed him an answer. He had not been seen in over a year. Not since the Valkyrie Trials. Not since he had tried to collapse the Circle from within. He’d vanished when Legacy rose. And now, he was back.Zurich – Circle of Smoke Tactical StreamOkoji read the transmission aloud: “To Legacy: I watched you burn the empire.I watched you build something better. And now I see you standing where I once stood. With everything to lose. Come. Talk. No tricks. No weapons. Just truth. Corbin” Skov was the first to speak. “It’s bait.” Frank nodded. “He tried to end you, Legacy. And now he wants a conversation?” Ella’s voice was sharper. “It’s a trap or a test. Or both.” Legacy stared at the message. “No,” she said. “It’s a mirror.” The Choice Amari watched as Legacy packed. “You’re going,” she said