Camille staggered.
Not from the noise.
Not from the shattered glass or the screens still flickering like they had a pulse of their own.
From what hit inside her.
It wasn't a thought.
It wasn't even memory in the normal sense.
It was recognition.
Deep. Immediate. Violent.
Her hand flew to her head as her knees buckled slightly, breath catching hard in her throat.
"Camille"
Dante's voice felt far away.
Like it had to fight through something thick just to reach her.
"I" she tried to speak, but the words collapsed under the pressure building in her skull.
Because it wasn't just one thing.
It was too many things.
Fragments. Systems. Places. Commands.
Things she had never learned
But somehow understood.
Her fingers curled against her temple as her vision blurred, then sharpened, then split into something else entirely.
For a second
She wasn't standing outside that building anymore.
She was somewhere else.
White walls.
Cold light.
Voices.
Not one.
Many.
