Back at camp, nothing was the same.
The others felt it—something had shifted in Ashur. His aura pulsed with dormant command. The Relic embedded in his arm shimmered faintly under the moonlight.
Lira approached, silent and wary. "You saw something."
"A man. Said he was an Architect."
Lira's eyes widened. "Those were supposed to be myths."
Ashur clenched his fist. "Then why do I feel like I've just spoken to a god?"
Riven stood apart, sharpening his blade. "Power like that doesn't come without a price. Or enemies."
A low rumble echoed across the horizon.
Drones.
Hostile.
Ashur stepped forward, cloak fluttering behind him like a banner. For the first time, they didn't need a vote. Instinctively, the crew fell into formation behind him.
Leader. Reclaimer. Eclipse-marked.
The war for the old world had just begun.
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