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Chapter 220. The Breath-Code
The dome sealed with a low hiss. Jonah stood at the center of the observatory floor and waited for the echo to die. The old glass above him had been replaced with layered crystal and mesh. It filtered light into clean bands that slid across the curved walls. Half the space held lab equipment. The other half held nothing but open floor and low benches bolted to stone. Machines lined the perimeter.They did not move. They did not glow. They faced inward, silent, like they were watching a ritual they did not yet understand.Jonah adjusted the band at his wrist. Thin filaments ran from it to a compact module at the base of his neck. He tested the seal with two fingers and nodded once.“Power steady,” a technician said from the console ring. “No spikes.”Lisa stood behind the glass partition, arms folded. She leaned her weight against the frame instead of a chair. Her eyes stayed on Jonah, not the machines.“Bring in the first volunteer,” Jonah said.A side door slid open. The woman step
Chapter 219. Serra’s Monument
The shovel struck stone and stopped. Jonah leaned into it harder. His boot slid on the loose dirt. He adjusted his stance, pressed down again, and the blade cut through with a dull crack. Soil folded inward. He lifted the shovel and dumped the load to the side. No one spoke.The garden plot lay just outside New Crest’s eastern wall, where the ground had never fully healed. Old scorch marks ran through the dirt in uneven lines. Bits of warped metal still surfaced after heavy rain. This was where Serra fell. Not marked before. Not claimed.Jonah dug again. The wind carried dust across the open land. It hissed against the wall and died. Far off, towers hummed low, steady, controlled.Kevin stood several steps back, holding the sapling’s transport frame. His arms were stiff. His grip never loosened. The sapling stood taller than him, its thin trunk wrapped in stabilizing bands. Leaves shimmered faint gold and blue, shifting color as light moved across them. The roots were sealed in a c
Chapter 218. The First Festival
The lights came on before the music did. They pulsed once across New Crest, low and soft, like a test. Towers answered with gentle bands of color that moved up their spines and stopped. No alarms followed. No warnings.People froze in the streets. Jonah stood at the edge of the central square, arms crossed, watching every shadow. Guards lined the rooftops, weapons slung but ready. Drones hovered high, quiet, their optics sweeping wide arcs.Lisa stood in the open. She wore no armor. No jacket. Just plain boots and a dark shirt with sleeves rolled to her elbows.The faint lines under her skin were covered, but Jonah could see the stiffness in how she held herself.She raised one hand. The music started. It was simple. Drums first. Real ones. Someone struck hide with steady hands. The sound rolled out and bounced off stone and metal. It did not trigger the towers.People shifted. A few stepped forward. Others stayed back, hands tight at their sides.Kevin stood near the fountain, eyes
Chapter 217. Pilgrims of the Red Dust
The first child spoke to the wall. Jonah saw it from the watch platform before anyone else noticed. The child stood alone at the outer gate, too small for the rifle slung across her back, her boots caked with red dust. She pressed her palm against the concrete barrier and whispered.The wall answered. Not with sound. With light. Thin red symbols crawled across the surface like veins waking from sleep. “Hold,” Jonah said.The guards froze. Fingers stayed off triggers. The gate machinery stayed silent.More figures emerged from the haze beyond the perimeter. Slowly. Carefully. A line of people stretched back into the dust storm, heads bowed, hands empty or raised. They moved like they expected to be shot at any second.Kevin stood beside Jonah on the platform. He went still when the wall lit up. “They’re carrying pieces,” Kevin said.“Pieces of what?” Jonah asked.Kevin did not answer right away. His eyes tracked the symbols on the wall as they rearranged themselves, simplified, then f
Chapter 216. Lisa’s Illness
Lisa dropped the cup. It hit the floor and split clean. Water spread in a thin line toward the door. She did not bend to pick it up. She stared at her hand instead.Light traced under her skin. It ran along the veins in her wrist, faint and steady, like a map drawn from the inside.The tower hummed. Not loud. Not constant. It rose and fell in slow waves that pressed through the walls and into bone.Lisa closed her fingers until her knuckles went white. The light dimmed but did not vanish. Jonah stood in the doorway. He did not step inside. She turned her head toward him. She did not answer.The hum rose again. Lisa’s knees buckled. She caught the edge of the table with her good hand and stayed upright. Her breath came short. She set her jaw and waited it out.Jonah took one step forward. Then he stopped himself. The hum peaked.Lisa slid down the table leg and sat on the floor. Her back hit the cabinet with a dull sound. She stayed there, head bowed, hair falling across her face.The
Chapter 215. The Seed Vaults
The ground opened without warning. Jonah felt the shift through his boots before he saw it. The earth beneath the crawler sagged, then split. Stone sheared. Dust punched upward in a thick column.“Brake!” Jonah shouted.The driver slammed the controls. The crawler skidded sideways, metal screaming as its treads dug in. The rear end dropped hard. The front hung over a widening dark gap.Silence followed, heavy and close. Jonah unlatched his harness and stood. He moved to the edge and looked down.The hole was clean. Too clean. Smooth stone walls curved downward, not jagged like a natural collapse. Faint lights glowed far below, steady and white.Lisa climbed up beside him. She did not speak. She scanned with her wrist console. “This isn’t erosion,” she said.“No,” Jonah said. He reached down and knocked on the exposed edge with the butt of his weapon. The sound rang hollow.Kevin stood a few steps back. His head tilted slightly. His hands were clenched behind his back.“It’s active,”
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