The city below pulsed with life, oblivious to the quiet storm forming in a single hospital room. For Caelan, the world had always moved too fast to accommodate the powerless. For Lyra, it was just beginning to move too slow to contain her.She stood at the center of the room, amber eyes steady, arms folded, scanning the monitors like a strategist reading battle maps. Every line, every pulse, every calculated projection was a challenge now. The system had predicted obedience. Compliance. Predictable behavior. What it faced instead was a child unshackled, a mind uncontainable, a legacy refusing erasure.Caelan watched her, a mixture of pride and caution heavy in his chest. “You understand the stakes,” he said. “Every choice you make from here on… they’ll try to predict it. They’ll try to stop it.”Lyra’s lips curved faintly. “Let them try.”The monitors pulsed, the system escalating in intensity. Probabilities surged like electricity, converging and collapsing in seconds. It was trying