We escaped the NeuroCore's destruction, watching as the complex crumbled. Rachel's fate remained uncertain.
Dr. Taylor's eyes locked onto mine. "Ethan, you've changed the course of history."
Maya's hand found mine. "You saved us."
Phoenix nodded. "But there's still work to do."
Nova's gaze turned serious. "Rachel's followers remain. We must ensure they don't revive Elysium."
I nodded, determination burning within. "We'll protect humanity's second chance."
Months passed, and the world rebuilt. I worked tirelessly, developing tech to safeguard against future threats.
One evening, as I gazed out at the revitalized city, a message arrived:
"Ethan, meet me at the old clock tower. Come alone."
The sender's ID read: "A.L.I.C.E."
My heart skipped a beat. Could it be?