Alex's blood turned to ice. The melody within them wasn't the only one echoing with a premonition of Zythos' desolate future. Two other faint tremors vibrated against it – one laced with cold amusement, the other with raw terror.
Dr. Chen, ever the pragmatist, materialized beside them. "Multiple visions," he confirmed, his voice tight. "An interesting development."
Anya, her brow furrowed, joined them. "Perhaps not as interesting," she countered, her voice laced with apprehension.
Alex turned to Ka'el, the Xi'an leader. "There are others who can see the future," they explained, a tremor in their voice. "One seems… malicious."
Ka'el rumbled thoughtfully. "Intriguing. Perhaps they witnessed the shared melody and are manipulating it to their advantage."
The other vision, the one filled with terror, offered a chilling possibility. Maybe another human, lost somewhere in the vast expanse, had stumbled upon the same gift, the same burden of foresight.
