The coordinates blinked on Ivy’s screen like a countdown to hell. An empty string of numbers that meant one thing: she’d planned this. Sabine whatever was left of her had buried her ghost in the bones of an empire she once ruled. And now it was waking up.

Noa stared at the screen, barely breathing. “That site was off-grid. Buried before Vyre collapsed.”

“She must’ve rebuilt it remotely,” Ivy said, fingers tapping rapidly, trying to breach the last firewalls. “Before we nuked her ...