"In the ruins, we found a hidden system controlling the mist, older than the Technomancers' tech. The city used to manage its own air. Now everything's twisted by the new network. Also, we nearly got killed by so ancient guardian."
Vyrelda's tone was flat. "We took care of it. Or shut it down for now."
Rhea's eyes glead with curiosity. "A guardian? That's definitely not standard city architecture."
"It was… sothing else," Mikhailis said, recalling the swirling, semi-sentient mist that had tried to rip them apart. "And it confirms that the Crownless House wants to free this old system. But their idea of 'freeing' might be seizing it for themselves."
Cerys's mouth hardened into a line. "So we can't trust them. They might just beco a second Technomancer tyranny."
Lira leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "So our choices are infiltration, intelligence gathering, or trying to ally with the Crownless—if they're not worse than the current rulers. But with the city on high alert, infiltration is more dangerous than ever."
Vyrelda gave a curt nod. "Rushing in blind is suicidal. We need to learn more, but also keep our heads attached."
Mikhailis exhaled, letting his gaze sweep the cramped space. Tension weighed on everyone, a mixture of frustration, curiosity, and underlying fear. "We could try the spire infiltration," he admitted. "If we can figure out how the Technomancers have rged their system with the old Serewynian network, we might see what they're planning next."
Rhea shrugged, pushing off from the wall. "Sure, if we want to be pinned as criminals. The spire's security is rumored to be insane. But maybe it's worth the risk." Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire
Cerys fixed Mikhailis with a blunt stare. "You realize if we're captured, we'll vanish like the rest."
He flashed a cavalier grin. "I vanish well under pressure."
Before anyone could retort, Rodion's crisp voice spoke in his mind, tinged with a note of urgency:
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