The first morning of the new era didn't start with a siren or a broadcast. It started with the sound of a shovel hitting dirt. I woke up in a room that smelled of cedar and damp earth, the sunlight filtering through leaves that served as my curtains. I didn't reach for my ring, and I didn't check the ship’s sensors. For the first time in my life, the day didn't belong to a mission. It belonged to me.I walked out onto the porch of the house Seraphina and I had built near the river. The "Grand Odyssey" was no longer a fleet of ships in the sky; it had become a landscape. Some ships had been stripped for parts to build hospitals, while others, like the Glitch-Fleet One, remained as monuments in the center of the city. People were moving through the streets—some with the glowing skin of the newer versions, some with the rugged, scarred look of the old 14th District. They were carrying baskets of fruit, rolls of cable, and books."Adrian!" Kaelen called out from the path below. He was car