Chapter 265

Elodie's POV

The air in the Relay Chamber didn't just feel heavy; it felt wrong. It was thick with the smell of ozone and that clinical, bleach-like scent that made my nose sting.

In the center of the room, the artificial Font—a jagged, pulsing spire of synthetic crystal—was humming at a frequency that made my teeth vibrate in my skull.

"Elodie, don't listen to him," Valyria shouted, her rifle