The Constellation network glowed like a living star map across the vast projection chamber.
Lines of energy stretched between sovereign nodes, forming an intricate web of light that pulsed gently in the quiet darkness. Normally, the network's rhythm was calm and predictable.
Tonight, it was anything but.
Across dozens of nodes, the strange mathematical pulses continued to appear—fractals of luminous code weaving themselves through the Constellation's energy pathways.
Lysarra stood at the center of the chamber, surrounded by rotating holographic displays. Her fingers moved through the air, pulling apart layers of the Architect signals as if she were unraveling an impossibly complex tapestry.
Numbers spiraled outward.
Symbols shifted.
Entire equations reassembled themselves in real time.
Behind her, Ethan leaned against the curved railing of the upper platform, watching the process with cautious fascination.
"Tell me you're getting somewhere," he said.
