Rain slicked streets glistened beneath the neon glow, reflecting fractured signs and shattered glass. Jace Arden climbed the fire escape of a crumbling building, the metallic clang echoing faintly through Detroit’s abandoned skyline. Behind him, Dex followed, chain coiled like a predator, while Nora clutched her camera, documenting every flicker of neon chaos. Phoenix moved ahead silently, a shadow of calm amidst the storm.The murals weren’t just with him, they were him now. Neon veins pulsed along the walls and streets below, wrapping cars, lampposts, and alleys like living circuitry. Memories from the city twisted into forms he could manipulate: fragments of lives, fears, and secrets shaping into blades, shields, and illusions. Every fragment whispered warnings, advice, and sometimes, terrifyingly, dissent.“They’re… aware,” Nora whispered, eyes wide, staring at a shattered billboard flickering with neon faces. “The murals, they’re not just following you. They’re thinking.”Jace no

The city screamed.Rain slashed diagonally through the neon-lit streets, turning asphalt into mirrors that reflected fractured signs, shattered glass, and the jagged light of a thousand memories. Jace Arden stood on the edge of a crumbling rooftop, the neon guardian behind him towering like a living sentinel. Every pulse of neon from the murals stretched across the city, coiling around fire escapes, streetlights, and abandoned cars. The air buzzed with a collective energy, alive, sentient, and hungry.Dex gritted his teeth, chain taut in his hands. “Kid… whatever you’ve got going on, it’s big. Like… city-wide big. You sure we can control it?”Jace clenched his fists, eyes glowing cyan. “Control isn’t the point anymore. Survival is. And right now, the city is fighting with me.”Nora crouched behind a broken wall, camera shaking slightly in her grip. “I… I can feel it,” she whispered. “The murals, they’re everywhere. And it’s like… they know what’s coming.”Phoenix perched silently at t

The city screamed. Detroit’s skyline was a jagged pulse of neon light and fractured shadows, rain streaking through the sky like knives. Every rooftop, every alley, every flickering sign was alive, vibrating with the sentience of Jace Arden’s murals. Neon tendrils snaked across streets, twisting vehicles, fire escapes, and abandoned billboards into weapons, shields, and living constructs of memory.Jace stood at the apex of the tallest tower downtown, the guardian towering behind him. His pulse thrummed in tandem with the murals, a chaotic heartbeat of memory, light, and sentience. Every step, every flicker, every reflection pulsed with knowledge, anticipation, and, he realized with a cold shock, will.Dex leaned on a railing, chain coiled, jaw tight. “Kid… I’ve never seen anything like this. You’ve turned the whole damn city into a weapon. But I gotta ask, can you control it?”Jace swallowed hard. He could feel the murals pulsing, reacting not just to Lumen, but to each other. Spectr

Rain hammered Detroit like shattered glass, turning streets into reflective rivers of neon and memory. Every rooftop, every alleyway, every flickering sign pulsed with energy, the murals alive, sentient, and hungry. Neon tendrils stretched across the city, twisting fire escapes, abandoned vehicles, and street signs into living constructs, weaving memories and fragments of the city into weapons, shields, and bridges.Jace Arden stood atop the tallest tower downtown, guardian looming behind him. Neon flared from his hands, pulsing through fragments of memory, weaving with the murals. But now, a terrifying reality weighed on him: the murals weren’t just extensions of his will, they were autonomous, aware, and choosing their own battles.Dex crouched near a shattered railing, chain swinging, eyes wide. “Kid… this is insane. They’re everywhere. We’ve got to control them, or the city’s going to collapse around us.”Jace swallowed hard, jaw tight. “Control isn’t the point anymore. Survival i

The sky was wrong. Not dark. Not stormy. Hollow.Where clouds should have been, there was absence, an open wound in the night, swallowing stars, bending light inward. It wasn’t descending. It was uncovering itself. Detroit held its breath.The murals recoiled, neon dimming, their earlier fury replaced by something colder, fear. True fear. The kind that came from memory older than cities, older than walls.Jace Arden felt it inside his skull. A pressure. A pull. “What… is that?” Nora whispered, her voice barely audible over the wind.Phoenix didn’t answer immediately. When they did, their voice had lost its edge. “It’s the reason cities forget themselves.”The void above the skyline shifted, revealing contours, vast, impossible angles that hurt to perceive. Streets warped under its shadow. Neon flickered, then steadied, as if bracing.Lumen floated higher, blue light framing them like a crown. “We call it the Null Architect,” they said calmly. “It doesn’t destroy. It edits.”Jace stagg