The silence following the "Global-Shout" was more deafening than the explosion itself. In the Seattle-Cradle, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and the metallic tang of ionized data. Kaelen Thorne lay motionless on the obsidian floor of the Apex, his skin pale and his breathing shallow. The violet "Static-Shield" above him had thinned to a translucent veil, leaving the Earth's atmosphere feeling fragile, as if the very blue of the sky could be punctured by a stray thought.
[LOCATION: EARTH — THE CRADLE SUB-LEVELS]
[STATUS: SOVEREIGN INCOHERENT — NARRATIVE RECOVERY: 12%]
[THREAT DETECTED: THE DESCENSION — TARGET: THE SOURCE-KEY]
