The chamber didn’t fall silent after the Wardens breached. It fractured. Sound split into layers, shouted commands, the crack of energy fire, the city’s low harmonic vibrating through bone and steel.Malik felt it all at once, like standing inside a chord that hadn’t decided what it wanted to be. Rina dragged him behind a half-collapsed console as another blast scorched the air where his head had been. “Stay with me,” she snapped. “Don’t drift.”“I’m here,” Malik said, though the word here felt unstable. The city tugged at him from a dozen directions now, fear, anger, hope. Too many hands on the same wound.Sable’s voice cut through the chaos. “Fallback routes, now! Split them!”Her people moved with sharp efficiency despite the panic. They weren’t unified, Malik realized, they were experienced. They knew how to survive when plans failed.The traitor, his name finally surfaced in Malik’s mind, fed by the city’s memory threads: Jonah, was already gone, swallowed by the Wardens’ formati

The city did not break all at once. It argued. Two rhythms clashed beneath the streets, one sharp and regimented, the other wide and irregular, like breath trying to remember its own pace.Systems stalled mid-action. Doors opened halfway, then froze. Lights dimmed and brightened in competing patterns. The city wasn’t failing.It was choosing in pieces. Malik felt it like pressure behind his sternum, as if every undecided node leaned toward him asking the same impossible question: What now?Rina noticed the change immediately. “You’re pulling too much,” she said under her breath. “You don’t have to carry all of it.”“I’m not trying to,” Malik replied. “It’s just… loud.”Around them, the atrium had transformed from refuge to nerve center. People clustered around improvised consoles, arguing in sharp whispers.Former engineers clashed with defected Wardens over protocols and blind spots. Sable moved through it all like a conductor without a baton, redirecting panic into motion.Caleb’s v

The Authority did not strike back with force. It withdrew.Across the city, nodes went quiet, not dark, but silent in a way Malik had never felt before. The kind of silence that wasn’t absence, but withholding.Services still ran. Transit still flowed. But the underlying guidance, the soft corrections, the invisible hands, were gone. Rina felt it first.“This isn’t panic,” she said, watching the city metrics scroll across a borrowed display. “It’s strategy.”Sable nodded grimly. “They’re letting the city feel the cost.”Malik stood near the open edge of the concourse, staring down into a vertical canyon of stacked infrastructure and moving lights.The hum beneath his skin had changed again, less crowded now, but sharper. Focused. “They’re testing what breaks without them,” he said. “Trying to prove we need their spine.”Caleb’s voice crackled through the channel. “They’ve isolated three major logistics layers. Food distribution, medical prioritization, and emergency arbitration. They’