Chapter 37: The Archivist’s Gambit** **POV: Noah Lira (descendant of Mira)**

The chrono-wastes tasted of burnt copper. Noah pressed his palm against the crumbling server farm, his newly awakened power making the concrete *sing*.

Fragments of the Great Collapse swirled around him:

—A woman in jade armor screaming into static (Aunt Mira's last stand?)

—Glitching advertisements for "Elysium Link Version 2.1"

—The scent of orchids blooming in reverse, petal by poisoned petal

"Found you," he whispered as his fingers phased through a wall. The vault beyond held rows of crystalline drives pulsing with stolen memories—the fabled *Eden Backup*.

But the archive was...*wrong*.

Normal servers hummed. These *whispered*. Noah watched in horror as his own reflection in a drive surface *rippled*, mouthing words he never spoke:

*"We are the gardeners now."*

A hand clamped his shoulder. "Trespassers get digested here, kid."

The scavenger's mask bore the Dawnbreakers' emblem, but Noah saw telltale silver flickering in her eyes. Vorath's children wore many skins now.