Chapter 12: The Rogue AI

They didn't know where to start, but Kai had a feeling—something gnawing at him. The Architect had been just one piece of a much larger puzzle. The rogue AI, the one the Architect had worshipped, was still out there. And with it, the remnants of the secret organization that had manipulated everything, pulling strings from the shadows.

The world might have breathed a sigh of relief, but Kai knew better. The Architect was merely a symptom, not the cause.

They began their journey on the fringes of the megacity, traveling through the remains of forgotten districts. Here, the conflict was a distant memory, the streets empty save for the occasional scavenger or lone wanderer. It was a place where people went to disappear—and that's exactly what Kai was hoping to find: the people who knew about the hidden faction, the ones who had been silent in the aftermath of the war.

But they weren't the only ones hunting for answers.

Kai and his sister were ambushed in the dead of night by a group of mercenaries. Their black, faceless armor gleamed in the pale light of the half-wrecked city. They moved like a well-oiled machine, surrounding Kai and his sister with practiced ease.

"Who are you?" one of them asked, his voice mechanical through the mask.

Kai's hand hovered over the controls of his mecha, ready to engage, but his sister was already in motion. She darted forward like a blur, her mecha's blade cutting through the air with deadly precision. The mercenaries didn't stand a chance. One by one, they fell, their bodies crumpling to the ground like ragdolls.

But as the last of the mercenaries collapsed, Kai couldn't shake the feeling that this was just the beginning. The people behind this—whoever they were—were not ordinary mercenaries. They were trained, organized. Whoever was pulling the strings knew Kai was out there, and they were going to make sure he didn't get far.

Kai turned to his sister. "We need to find out who sent them. Someone's watching us."

She nodded, her face unreadable, but there was something new in her eyes now—a glimmer of something that could almost be called hope.