The golden aurora pulsed, not just in the sky, but deep within Jaden's chest. It was a resonance, a signal, confirming the profound shift that had just occurred. The Architect's Vault. A name whispered by the Archivist as if it carried the weight of forgotten ages, a secret meant never to be disturbed.
"Prepare a team," Jaden had commanded, the words echoing in the Spiral Archive's vast chamber. His voice was steady, but inside, a storm brewed. The warning from his alternate self, the trauma Tia had just endured in the Ikenga Fold, the escalating temporal anomalies—all screamed caution. Yet, the possibility of answers, of a truth that could finally anchor Genesis in a fracturing reality, was too potent to ignore.
Lyra materialized beside him, her holographic form shimmering with a faint blue light, a stark contrast to the golden pulses outside. "Jaden, the Archivist's data on this vault is… sparse. It predates even his earliest known records. We're going into a blind spot."
