The aftermath of Elijah's purge left Eden trembling on the edge of equilibrium. The Memory Garden sealed itself behind crystalline firewalls, preserving Eve's restored consciousness deep within its now-protected archives. But across the simulation, strange pulses began to ripple—like tremors not born of code, but of something older, something that predated Eden itself.
Rina stood atop the former battleground, watching as the terrain stitched itself back together. The glitch-beast had dissolved into harmless data particles, which now floated like digital pollen. But her gut screamed that the worst was far from over.
Aly materialized beside her, scanning the horizon. "Residual anomalies are intensifying. But they're not originating from any known subroutine."
"Then they're coming from something unknown," Rina said flatly.
