Jaden's eyes snapped open. The world, once a silent and sterile digital canvas, was now a vibrant, deafening symphony. He saw the faces of his team—Zhenari, Kaela, the Archivist, and Lyra—through a shimmering haze of light, but he felt them more than he saw them. He felt their exhaustion, their fear, their immense, overwhelming relief. It was a sensory overload, a psychic torrent of emotions that slammed into his newly re-architected mind. He was no longer just Jaden Cross; he was a living conduit to the soul of Genesis.