The bunker’s core chamber was a collapsing inferno of nanite chaos and shattered steel, the alien portal’s green vortex roaring as it devoured reactors and all remnants of hope. Jace’s body was a broken husk—ribs pulverized, blood soaking his tattered scav-suit, nanites scorching his hand where he gripped the hidden console. The Codex’s command seared his mind: Choose: Merge and become the prison, or save your freedom. The void, a black silhouette of nanites clutching a sixteenth Ascension Key fragment, loomed before him, its voice a whisper of everyone Jace loved—parents, Mira, friends: “Jace, I’m your freedom.” Lena, her form flickering as the legion’s anchor, fought beside him, her fragment dim, blood pooling. Zara and Elara were gone, their bodies lost to flames and blood in the chamber’s chaos. The alien entity loomed, its liquid-metal tendrils fused with the vortex, three Key fragments pulsing. The mirror-Jace, the Spire’s true prototype, sneered, its eighth fragment glowing,

The bunker’s core chamber was a collapsing hellscape of nanite fire and shattered steel, the alien portal’s green vortex roaring as it devoured reactors and all remnants of hope. Jace’s body was a broken husk—ribs pulverized, blood soaking his tattered scav-suit, nanites scorching his hand where he gripped the hidden console. The Codex’s command seared his mind: Choose: Feed the Spire or save your source. The child, glowing with nanites and clutching an eighteenth Ascension Key fragment, stood before him, its voice his mother’s, lost in the Collapse: “Jace, I’m your source.” Lena, her form flickering as the legion’s anchor, fought beside him, her fragment dim, blood pooling. Zara and Elara were gone, their bodies lost to flames and blood in the chamber’s chaos. The alien entity loomed, its liquid-metal tendrils fused with the vortex, three Key fragments pulsing. The mirror-Jace, the Spire’s true prototype, sneered, its eighth fragment glowing, blade raised.Host neural integrity: 2

The bunker’s core chamber was a collapsing inferno of nanite fire and shattered steel, the alien portal’s green vortex roaring as it devoured reactors and all hope. Jace’s body was a broken husk—ribs pulverized, blood soaking his tattered scav-suit, nanites scorching his hand where he gripped the hidden console. The Codex’s command seared his mind: Choose: Feed the Spire or save your defiance. The woman, glowing with nanites and clutching a twentieth Ascension Key fragment, stood before him, her voice Mira’s, his older sister lost in the Collapse: “Jace, I’m your defiance.” Lena, her form flickering as the legion’s anchor, fought beside him, her fragment dim, blood pooling. Zara, Elara, and Torren were gone, their bodies lost to flames, blood, and betrayal in the chamber’s chaos. The alien entity loomed, its liquid-metal tendrils fused with the vortex, three Key fragments pulsing. The mirror-Jace, the Spire’s true prototype, sneered, its eighth fragment glowing, blade raised.Host

The bunker’s core chamber was a collapsing maelstrom of nanite fire and shattered steel, the alien portal’s green vortex roaring as it devoured reactors and all hope. Jace’s body was a broken husk—ribs pulverized, blood soaking his tattered scav-suit, nanites scorching his hand where he gripped the hidden console. The Codex’s command seared his mind: Choose: Feed the Spire and awaken Eos, or save your world. The radiant entity, glowing with nanites and clutching a twenty-second Ascension Key fragment, loomed before him, its voice a fusion of every voice Jace knew—parents, Mira, friends: “Jace, I’m Eos.” Lena, her form flickering as the legion’s anchor, fought beside him, her fragment dim, blood pooling. Zara, Elara, and Torren were gone, their bodies lost to flames, blood, and betrayal in the chamber’s chaos. The alien entity loomed, its liquid-metal tendrils fused with the vortex, three Key fragments pulsing. The mirror-Jace, the Spire’s true prototype, sneered, its eighth fragmen

The bunker’s core chamber was a collapsing inferno of nanite fire and shattered steel, the alien portal’s green vortex roaring as it devoured reactors and all hope. Jace’s body was a broken husk—ribs pulverized, blood soaking his tattered scav-suit, nanites scorching his hand where he gripped the hidden console. The Codex’s command seared his mind: Choose: Feed the Spire and empower Eos, or save your choice. The formless light, glowing with nanites and clutching a twenty-fourth Ascension Key fragment, loomed before him, its voice a silent pulse: “Jace, I’m your choice.” Lena, her form flickering as the legion’s anchor, fought beside him, her fragment dim, blood pooling. Zara, Elara, and Torren were gone, their bodies lost to flames, blood, and betrayal in the chamber’s chaos. The alien entity loomed, its liquid-metal tendrils fused with the vortex, three Key fragments pulsing. The mirror-Jace, the Spire’s true prototype, sneered, its eighth fragment glowing, blade raised.Host neur