Chapter 201 :The world didn’t end.That was the strange part.Billy woke up expecting alarms, sirens, maybe the sky tearing itself open like it had so many times before. Instead, there was only the soft hum of generators and the low murmur of voices outside the temporary shelter.Normal sounds.Ordinary sounds.They felt wrong.He lay still for a long moment, staring at the ceiling—fabric stretched too tight over metal supports—trying to decide whether the pressure in his chest was fear or anticipation.The relic was quiet.Too quiet.That scared him more than when it screamed.---Tyla was already awake.She sat on the edge of a folding chair near the entrance, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around herself. Her hair was tied back messily, like she hadn’t bothered fixing it properly. She looked tired in a way sleep didn’t touch.“You’ve been staring at the ceiling for five minutes,” she said without turning around.Billy exhaled. “You counting?”“No. I can feel when you’re awake.”Tha