The hum of the terminal faded into a quiet, almost reverent stillness. Outside, the city continued to wake, oblivious to the storm of truths that had just been unleashed. Inside the archive, the air smelled of dust, metal, and old paper, a scent that seemed to anchor Lana to the reality of the moment.Grey leaned against the console, arms crossed, eyes scanning the monitors that now displayed every hidden corner of the Foundation’s reach. “It’s done,” he said quietly, though his voice carried the weight of the world. “They can’t hide anymore.”Lana turned from the glowing screens, gripping the edge of the desk. “Done? Is it really done?” Her voice trembled, not from fear, but from the enormity of what they had just unleashed. “We’ve exposed everything. People will pay. Innocents, guilty parties… I don’t know if I’m ready to bear that.”Grey stepped closer, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. “No one expects you to bear it alone. You didn’t create this world, Lana. You just chose to