The air in Haven was tense as we watched the strange disturbance grow in the sky, a soft pulse of light just on the horizon. Even though the AI assured us that Lyria existed on a separate plane, it was clear that the admins had found a way to probe into this world, and perhaps, eventually, reach it.
The council gathered for an emergency meeting in the newly built library. Mila, Leith, Jaina, Tarek, Sira, Gorlan, and I sat in a circle around the large wooden table, our faces lit by the dim glow of oil lamps. The shadows cast across the room only served to deepen the sense of unease.
"They're searching for us," Jaina said, breaking the silence. "I don't know how, but they're getting close. If that signal reaches us, it won't take long before the admins find a way to cross over."
Leith, the former merchant and now our primary strategist, leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "We need to understand what we're up against. This is uncharted territory. Can we assume that the AI's barriers will hold?"
The AI's voice filled the room, calm but resolute.
"The barriers I have established are holding. However, the admins have bypassed initial security layers. They are using an experimental tracing program to locate anomalies in Avalon's code, which may have led them to discover traces of Lyria."
My heart sank. It was clear that the admins were not just blindly searching—they were actively hunting for the NPCs who had escaped Avalon.
"We need to find a way to shield Haven from the signal," I said, thinking out loud. "If they're tracing anomalies, then our energy signatures must be giving us away."
Sira, the crafter, nodded thoughtfully. "I've been working with some of the former magic-based NPCs here to understand Lyria's natural energies. If we can integrate a cloaking barrier around Haven, we might be able to mask our presence from their scanners."
Gorlan's face remained impassive, though his eyes were steely with resolve. "And if the cloaking fails?"
Jaina's jaw tightened. "Then we prepare for the worst. If the admins break through to Lyria, we'll have to defend this place with everything we have."
Leith drummed his fingers on the table. "We can combine Sira's cloaking barrier with physical defenses, but that won't buy us much time. Sooner or later, the admins will realize that something's here."
I looked at the AI's console, the faint blue glow casting shadows across my face. "AI, is there a way we can distract the admins? Redirect their focus somewhere else in Avalon?"
The AI was silent for a moment, then responded.
"A diversion could be initiated within Avalon's code. However, it would only delay their progress temporarily. The traces you left upon entering Lyria are faint but remain detectable. I can divert some of their attention, but it will not prevent them from eventually locating you."
A sigh rippled through the council members. We were buying time, but not much else.
"Then we use every second we have," I said firmly. "Sira, work on the cloaking barrier with your team. Jaina and Tarek, organize defense training for anyone willing to join. Leith, help secure supplies and strategize an escape route if things go wrong."
The council dispersed, each member diving into their respective tasks with the seriousness the situation demanded. I couldn't shake the fear gnawing at my stomach, though. This was our sanctuary—our only chance at freedom—and now it was under threat.
The following days were a frenzy of activity. Sira and her team worked tirelessly to create a cloaking barrier around Haven, experimenting with various forms of natural energy drawn from Lyria's environment. Former magic-users from Avalon joined her, helping to channel Lyria's energy into the crystals and stones we'd harvested from the surrounding areas.
Meanwhile, Jaina and Tarek led daily training sessions, turning farmers, crafters, and merchants into fighters. Jaina's patience and Tarek's relentless energy transformed ordinary NPCs into a force with determination. They taught basic combat techniques, setting up patrols along Haven's perimeter and reinforcing our makeshift defenses with barriers made of wood and stone.
One evening, after a particularly intense training session, I sat by the river with Gorlan. He stared out across the water, his face shadowed in thought.
"You know," he said slowly, "I thought escaping Avalon meant leaving all of this behind. The constant fight, the never-ending vigilance."
I nodded, understanding his frustration. "I know. But that fight… it's part of who we are now. It's how we've survived."
Gorlan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe. But I wonder sometimes—if we're ever truly free from it. Will we always have to defend ourselves, no matter where we go?"
His words weighed heavily on me. The promise of freedom had felt absolute when we first arrived in Lyria, but the reality was more complicated. We had won our independence, yes, but it was fragile. And now, with the admins probing at the edges of our sanctuary, that fragility was all too apparent.
A sudden movement caught my eye. Across the river, a faint shimmer of light flickered through the trees, barely visible against the darkening sky. My heart skipped a beat. I pointed it out to Gorlan, who squinted, his eyes narrowing.
"They're getting closer," he said quietly, his voice tense. "It won't be long before they find Haven."
We hurried back to the settlement, where Jaina was overseeing a group of trainees practicing archery. I motioned for her to come over.
"The signal—it's moving closer," I said, barely able to keep the urgency from my voice. "We don't have much time."
Jaina's face tightened. "Then we need to double our defenses. I'll increase the patrols and see if we can get more people trained before nightfall."
By nightfall, Haven was on high alert. Patrols circled the perimeter, each one keeping a close eye on the sky, watching for any sign of a breach. Sira's team worked tirelessly, expanding the cloaking barrier and anchoring it to the natural energy points they had identified around the settlement.
The atmosphere was tense, everyone's movements quiet and purposeful. The usual hum of activity had faded into a somber silence, punctuated only by the distant sounds of patrols and the occasional murmur of conversation.
As I stood near the edge of the settlement, staring into the darkness, a faint, familiar voice echoed in my mind.
"The admins will find you if you stay in one place. You must move, adapt, and stay vigilant."
It was the AI, a presence that had become more like a guardian than a system administrator. I glanced around, wondering if anyone else had heard it, but they were all focused on their tasks. The AI was communicating with me directly, perhaps sensing the depth of our situation.
"What do you mean, move?" I asked quietly, hoping the AI could hear me.
"The admins' tracking methods are evolving. If you stay here, they will eventually penetrate the barrier. But if you can fragment your signatures—spread out, move—there is a chance they will be unable to pinpoint your location."
The idea was daunting. Abandon Haven? Scatter our people across Lyria to avoid detection? The thought of dismantling everything we'd built was nearly unbearable, but I couldn't deny the logic in the AI's words.
Before I could dwell on the decision, a blinding flash of light burst across the horizon. The shimmering signal had transformed, solidifying into a sharp beam that cut through the sky, angling straight toward Haven.
"They've found us!" someone shouted, panic rippling through the settlement.
Jaina appeared at my side, her face set in grim determination. "What's the plan?"
"We can't stay here," I said, my heart pounding. "If we spread out, it might break up our signatures and make it harder for them to track us."
Jaina nodded, already understanding. "Then we divide into smaller groups. Each group takes a direction and moves fast."
We hurried back to the council members and quickly explained the plan. The idea of leaving Haven behind was met with mixed reactions—shock, fear, and anger—but there was no time to debate. The signal was advancing, each flash drawing closer, its beam illuminating the sky with an intensity that seemed almost alive.
Tarek organized the fighters, dividing them among the groups to provide protection. Sira distributed supplies, carefully rationing the resources we would need to survive on the move. Mila, ever the voice of calm, gathered the civilians, explaining the plan in a soothing tone that reassured even the most fearful.
When everything was ready, I stood in the center of Haven and looked around at the faces of my people—friends, allies, survivors. We had built this place together, and now we were being forced to abandon it. The ache of loss settled in my chest, but I knew there was no other choice.
"We'll return," I said, my voice steady. "This isn't the end of Haven. It's just… a new beginning. We survive, and we keep moving forward."
With that, we set out, each group disappearing into the darkness, guided by the stars and the knowledge that Lyria was vast and unexplored. I led a group to the east, glancing back only once to see Haven disappearing into the night, the place we had called home now nothing more than a memory.
We moved swiftly, the sounds of our footsteps swallowed by the night. The uncertainty of what lay aheadcontinued behind us was unnerving, but the sound of the signal's distant hum kept us moving forward. Haven, our sanctuary, was now left vulnerable to the admins' probing signal.
Hours passed as we navigated through thick forests and rocky terrain, the landscape unfamiliar yet strangely welcoming. I knew that Lyria held possibilities we hadn't yet uncovered—secrets that could help us, if only we had time to discover them. But as long as the admins remained a threat, exploration would have to wait.
Just as dawn began to break, casting a pale light over the hills, we reached a sheltered valley nestled between towering cliffs. It was hidden, surrounded by natural barriers that would obscure us from sight. Exhausted, my group collapsed into the clearing, relieved to have found temporary safety.
Jaina approached, her face marked with exhaustion but also resolve. "We're safe here… for now."
I nodded, the weight of our journey pressing down on me. "We'll regroup. But this time, we do it carefully—hidden, out of reach, and ready."
In that moment, I understood: we weren't just running from the admins. We were adapting, evolving, and learning how to survive. Lyria was vast, and while we were scattered now, each group would bring back knowledge and experience to strengthen us.
The admins might find traces of us, but they'd never capture the spirit of Lyria. Not as long as we kept moving, kept adapting. And one day, we'd return to Haven—not just to survive, but to thrive.