"Right, right, strictly business," Xander chuckled, though his eyes were already scanning the horizon, looking toward the central elevated walkways of Sector 7-C.
"Still... 'bears an ancient legacy.' If it's not the spear, we need to think about how the system constructs its phrasing. The System AI doesn't write poetry."
Lucian's gaze drifted toward the sector border. "Bears. To bear isn't necessarily to hold. An artifact is carried. A legacy..."
"A legacy is carried in the marrow," Xander finished softly, his playful grin dimming into something far more dangerous. He tapped his chin with two fingers.
"An inherited structure. Something pre-modern. Something that existed before the Academy standardized class rankings, synthetic talent modifications, and modern socketed gear."
Samantha looked at the dark shaft of her spear, then up at the sky.
"A bloodline."
