The long-range scans lit up the bridge like a warning flare. A colossal crystalline megastructure floated dead ahead—the Siren's Accord. It was an ancient neutral station built by pleasure-architect species who had sealed themselves off during the worst of the Seeker wars.
Its living hull pulsed with tunable energy, and the data streams showed impenetrable pleasure-shields capable of either blocking the entire fleet or linking up with the Devourer.
No way around it. The ruling Synod sent a single demand: a personal Harmony Convergence with the imperial family before any passage or tech sharing.
Elizabeth stood at the center of the command deck, arms crossed, a hard smile on her face. "They want to test us. Fine. We'll give them a convergence they'll never forget."
