Smoke still curled from the edges of the shattered control center when Doran opened her eyes.

For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was awake or still trapped in the flickering remnants of the Echo surge — the air was thick with burned plastic and ozone, the walls glowed with dying embers, and somewhere above her, the ceiling’s support beams groaned under their own weight.

She pushed herself upright, every movement stiff, mechanical. Her reflection flickered faintly in a shattered ...