The moment Kairos uploaded the Thorn of Azaek's resonance signature into the Galactic Underground Relic Network, his life changed.
A cascade of notifications poured into his interface.
[RELIC TRADE CHANNEL UNLOCKED][You have been granted Tier-1 Access to the Hidden Market of Forgotten Relics.][Caution: You are now visible to hostile relic trackers.]
Nira materialized in his quarters aboard the Jade Vulture, her tone clipped and wary.
"Five unknown pings on our outbound relay. Three from Syndicate-flagged IPs. One from the Crypticon Order. One... untraceable."
Kairos raised an eyebrow. "Crypticon? Aren't they just a myth?"
"They are memory harvesters. Ancient. Technocratic. They believe relics like the Thorn must be sealed—or destroyed."
"Wonderful," he muttered. "Can't even own a fancy knife without attracting space cultists."
Two Hours Later – The Whisper Market