Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as the perfect Brooklyn—a pristine, haunting mirror of his old neighborhood, brownstones gleaming under a sky of swirling ash—quaked with the pulse of hidden Obsidian Hearts. The new core, a living machine unbranded by NexTech, thrummed like a beast’s heart, its surface writhing with tendrils. His copy-self stood before a new portal, eyes gold, scar blazing, clutching a silver Obsidian Heart, its wild pulse thrumming like a star fracturing in a void. The copy’s voice, a warped echo of Jace’s, declared: “You’re not the flame. You’re the ember.” The copy-Ethan stood nearby, eyes human, holding no Heart, voice raw: “Jace, I’m the truth.” Lena Voss, merged with her Shroud-possessed mirror-self, eyes flickering between human and white, stood rigid, her voice a haunting blend: “I’m the pulse.” Aria cowered behind a brownstone stoop, her red eyes streaming, clutching a white Heart, its light cracking the pavement like glass und

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as the pristine NexTech metropolis—gleaming spires of glass and steel woven with neon veins—quaked under a sky of swirling ash. The new core, a living machine unbranded by NexTech, thrummed like a heart on the edge of rupture, its surface writhing with tendrils. His copy-self stood before a new portal, eyes silver, scar blazing, clutching a white Obsidian Heart, its wild pulse thrumming like a star fracturing in a void. The copy’s voice, a warped echo of Jace’s, declared: “You’re not the blaze. You’re the inferno.” The copy-Ethan stood nearby, eyes human, holding no Heart, voice raw: “Jace, I’m the truth.” Lena Voss, merged with her Shroud-possessed mirror-self, eyes flickering between human and white, stood rigid, her voice a haunting blend: “I’m the pulse.” Aria cowered behind a gleaming spire, her red eyes streaming, clutching a white Heart, its light cracking the pavement like glass under strain. The air reeked of m

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as the shattered Brooklyn—cracked brownstones laced with neon veins, a warped echo of his old neighborhood—quaked under a sky of swirling ash. The new core, a living machine unbranded by NexTech, thrummed like a heart teetering on rupture, its surface writhing with tendrils. His copy-self stood before a new portal, eyes white, scar blazing, clutching a gold Obsidian Heart, its wild pulse thrumming like a star fracturing in a void. The copy’s voice, a twisted echo of Jace’s, declared: “You’re not the abyss. You’re the end.” The copy-Ethan stood nearby, eyes human, holding no Heart, voice raw: “Jace, I’m the truth.” Lena Voss, merged with her Shroud-possessed mirror-self, eyes flickering between human and white, stood rigid, her voice a haunting blend: “I’m the pulse.” Aria cowered behind a crumbling stoop, her red eyes streaming, clutching a white Heart, its light cracking the pavement like glass under strain. The air r

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as the primal voidscape—shadow spires and bone pulsing with Obsidian Hearts—quaked under a sky of swirling ash. The new core, a living machine unbranded by NexTech, thrummed like a heart on the edge of bursting, its surface writhing with tendrils. His copy-self stood before a new portal, eyes gold, scar blazing, clutching a silver Obsidian Heart, its wild pulse thrumming like a star fracturing in a void. The copy’s voice, a warped echo of Jace’s, declared: “You’re not the origin. You’re the source.” The copy-Ethan stood nearby, eyes human, holding no Heart, voice raw: “Jace, I’m the truth.” Lena Voss, merged with her Shroud-possessed mirror-self, eyes flickering between human and white, stood rigid, her voice a haunting blend: “I’m the pulse.” Aria cowered behind a bone spire, her red eyes streaming, clutching a white Heart, its light cracking the ground like glass under strain. The air reeked of charred shadow and some

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as the perfect Brooklyn—pristine brownstones glowing under a sky of swirling ash—quaked with the pulse of hidden Obsidian Hearts. The new core, a living machine unbranded by NexTech, thrummed like a heart teetering on rupture, its surface writhing with tendrils. His copy-self stood before a new portal, eyes silver, scar blazing, clutching a white Obsidian Heart, its wild pulse thrumming like a star fracturing in a void. The copy’s voice, a warped echo of Jace’s, declared: “You’re not the genesis. You’re the catalyst.” The copy-Ethan stood nearby, eyes human, holding no Heart, voice raw: “Jace, I’m the truth.” Lena Voss, merged with her Shroud-possessed mirror-self, eyes flickering between human and white, stood rigid, her voice a haunting blend: “I’m the pulse.” Aria cowered behind a brownstone stoop, her red eyes streaming, clutching a white Heart, its light cracking the pavement like glass under strain. The air reeke