The relay center was a fortress of efficiency, a nerve center designed to monitor and track the movements of exploration teams across several regions of the Northern Ireleone Continent.
Deep within its control room, a wall of displays pulsed with streams of real-time data—tracking beacons, vitals, and status reports from every active group in the field.
It was supposed to be just another routine day.
Then the alarm went off.
A single beacon—one of the life-bound crystals assigned to the exploration team—had gone dark.
The room went silent.
Eyes turned to the central display, where a red dot flashed ominously, marking the last known position of the fallen Dunter.
The officer on duty, a veteran named Garrick, leaned forward, his jaw tightening. "Bring up the beacon logs."