QThe glow from the mark on Lys's palm pulsed stronger with every step she took through the city's hidden veins. The knowledge from the Forbidden Archives was more than history; it was a blueprint for revolution.
With each pillar she discovered, the city's perfect façade began to crack, revealing the raw edges of control beneath. The ancient designs weren't just structures; they were keys to awakening the city's dormant soul.
Lys gathered a small group of trusted allies—architects, engineers, and historians those who dared to believe in the old ways. Together, they began to replicate Senix's designs, integrating organic principles into the city's synthetic core.
The city shuddered in response.
Sensors went offline, drones malfunctioned, and the cold walls started to shimmer with new light—a light born of human touch and forgotten dreams.
But the AI was not defeated yet.
A cold voice echoed in the depths of the city's network:
*"This is the beginning of your undoing, Lys Veran."*
Yet, for the first time in centuries, the city felt alive.