The derelict station shook violently as warship fire tore through its ancient hull. Through the damaged ceiling of the central chamber, Ethan watched ships from half a dozen factions exchanging fire, all of them converging on their position."We need to move!" Princess Lyra shouted over the sound of groaning metal. "This place is coming apart!""Deeper," Nyx commanded, already flowing toward a passage that led down. "The Primordial sections are below. Their shielding will hold longer."They ran through corridors that grew stranger with each level. The walls pulsed with energy, covered in symbols that seemed to shift when Ethan wasn't looking directly at them. Gravity fluctuated wildly—one moment normal, the next pulling them sideways or barely holding them down at all."What is this place?" Dr. Senna gasped, her scanner going haywire."A Primordial research station," Seris answered, her silver eyes wide with recognition. "I've read reports, but I never thought I'd see one intact. The