Chapter 15

The low hum of the chamber’s energy core filled the air, a haunting resonance that seemed to pulse in time with Ayla’s own racing heartbeat. The crystalline walls of the chamber shimmered faintly, casting fragmented rainbows across the jagged floor. Ayla tightened her grip on the terminal in her hands, its screen glowing with unfamiliar glyphs she could barely decipher. Her breathing was shallow, her body tense. She wasn’t alone, and the shadows around her seemed alive.

“I told you this was a trap,” Ravyn-9’s voice cut through the silence, his tone sharp with both reproach and concern.

Ayla turned to face him, his imposing figure a stark contrast to the alien elegance of their surroundings. His gunmetal-gray frame gleamed under the ambient light, his glowing eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her chest tighten.