Maya's phone continued its relentless buzzing as emergency alerts flooded in from around the globe. She scrolled through them with growing horror, her face illuminated by the constant strobe of notifications.

"London—unexplained aurora over Big Ben. Tokyo—mass healings at every major hospital, but the cured patients are all speaking in tongues. Sydney—the harbor turned silver for three hours, then back to normal." She looked up at Azrael, her eyes wide. "This isn't just Eidolon. It's ...