Avery marched across the dimly lit library, her companions seated in a neat circle around her, their expressions drawn and frightening. The Architect's menace lingered in her consciousness, and a strange energy hung in the air, one that kept her nerves on edge. She had managed to reconnect her comrades and fix bits of their memories, but her strength seemed weak, like a small glimmer in the vast darkness that surrounded them.
Russo leaned forward, her gaze purposeful. "The architect is not executing with us. There's something greater looming. "I can sense it."
Before Avery could respond, a loud crackle broke the silence, and the air rippled with an eerie vibration. Shadows gathered in the center of the room, whirling like a vortex, and from it sprang a parent clad in dark, glittering armor, his presence exuding deadly power.
