Chapter 30: The Resonance and the Warning
The moral dilemma surrounding the "Glitch's" act of cosmic justice continued to simmer in National City. Cat Grant's broadcasts kept the debate alive, forcing people to confront uncomfortable questions about power, ethics, and the nature of an unseen, all-powerful force. Through Cosmic Empathy, I felt Kara's continuing internal debate, a subtle, underlying tension beneath her usual optimism. Her unwavering belief in me, the Glitch, was still there, but now it was tinged with a philosophical weight.
"This is good," I mused, watching the news reports. "She's thinking. She's questioning. It means she's growing. And it means my own interventions need to be even more precise, even more ethically sound. The ripple effects aren't just about chaos; they're about profound shifts in perception." The Burden of Power felt heavier than ever, now weighed down by the sheer responsibility of shaping a hero's moral compass.
I was contemplating my next move, sifting through future timeline data, when it hit me. A jarring, sickening surge through the Cosmic Empathy. Not a faint echo, not a subtle hum, but a direct, visceral resonance. A chilling premonition, stark and unsettling.
It was a feeling of crushing despair, of overwhelming loss, of a world teetering on the brink. I saw fleeting, fragmented images: a city skyline choked by an unholy red haze, a desperate, losing battle, and Kara, her hope flickering, on her knees, consumed by grief. A specific, painful emotional vulnerability within Kara, a deep-seated fear of losing everything again, was directly amplified by this premonition. It was unmistakably linked to the coming of Myriad, a major canon threat, and the psychological warfare Non would eventually unleash.
"No," I gasped, clutching my head. The raw emotion, the sheer weight of Kara's future despair, washed over me, almost crippling in its intensity. It wasn't just a meta-knowledge data point anymore; it was a living, breathing, terrifying reality felt through her. This wasn't a minor ripple effect. This was a tidal wave. This was the true escalation.
The physical strain was immense. My vision swam. My sophisticated control room, usually a beacon of order, seemed to shimmer and distort around the edges, a testament to the raw, uncontrolled power surging through me. This was the most potent, most terrifying warning I had ever received. It directly linked a future, apocalyptic threat to Kara's deepest emotional vulnerability.
"Myriad. And Non. Sooner than I thought. And far more devastating than I remembered," I thought, my breath catching in my throat. My current intervention strategies, my subtle nudges and playful antics, felt utterly inadequate in the face of this. This required a different level of preparation. A different game.
Through the lingering connection, I felt a strong, inexplicable wave of melancholy emanating from Kara. She was at CatCo, but her usual vibrancy was subdued. She stared blankly at her computer screen, a profound sense of sadness clinging to her, a pre-echo of the future despair I had just experienced. She didn't understand it, but it was there, a shadow cast by the coming storm.
Alex, ever observant, approached Kara's desk. "Kara? Are you feeling alright? You seem… distracted. And there's a minor energy fluctuation in your vicinity. Nothing harmful, just… odd. Like the air is humming a sad tune." Alex looked around, trying to logically pinpoint the source of the subtle, unexplainable "glitch" she was detecting. Her concern for Kara was paramount, even as she struggled to categorize the inexplicable.
Kara merely shook her head, a faint, melancholic smile on her face. "Just a feeling, Alex. Like… a chill wind on a warm day." She looked out the window, her gaze distant, unconsciously asking that silent question again, but with a new urgency, a new plea: "Who are you? And can you… can you truly help me face what's coming?"
I felt her question, sharp and clear, cutting through my own lingering terror. The burden of this future knowledge, combined with the profound empathy for her coming pain, was almost unbearable. The Unseen Architect theme was no longer about subtle shifts; it was about the impending collapse of reality itself. And I, the reluctant architect, was the only one who saw it coming. The arc ended with a chilling resonance, a dire warning that propelled me into a new, far more desperate phase of my existence.
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