The chamber, once a symbol of the Ghost Code’s hard-won unity and defiance, now felt like a pressure cooker seconds from exploding. The air, usually cool and circulating from hidden vents, was stale and thick with the heat of too many bodies and too much fervent, clashing ideology. The circular table, carved from a single massive slab of reclaimed blackwood, was no longer a place of discourse but a battle line. Councilor Aris sat rigidly in her seat, her hands flat on the table’s polished surface, but the usual calm calculation in her eyes had been replaced by the sharp, desperate focus of a commander whose battlefield has just transformed into something unrecognizable.Across from her, Commander Vex stood, refusing to sit. He leaned forward, his knuckles planted on the wood, his broad shoulders hunched like a bull about to charge. The scar on his face seemed darker, a livid line of fury against his pallid skin. “You saw what I saw!” His voice wasn’t a shout, but a low, vibrating grow

The profound, healing silence that followed the wave of peace was its own kind of sound. It was the echo of a memory the world had forgotten, a pristine quiet that made the previous hum of machinery and the psychic scream of corruption seem like a vulgar noise. In the center of the room, the node pulsed its serene, steady azure light, a tiny star of order in the darkness. The feral mouse, unconcerned by the giants surrounding it, continued its meticulous grooming, a perfect, peaceful testament to the power that had been unleashed.The silence was broken by a soft, crumpling sound.Selene folded.The immense psychic effort, the violent fluctuation of her corruption, the sheer willpower required to not fight but to harmonize with oblivion—it all crashed down upon her the moment the connection was severed. There was no dramatic cry, no final word. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she collapsed sideways onto the cold permacrete floor, limbs splayed, utterly unconscious. The terrifyin