The world inside the dome had no horizon.

Only motion — rolling light, breathing static, the flicker of things that wanted to be real but weren’t finished remembering how.

Hale crouched behind the burned-out chassis of a transport drone, breath ragged through the filter of his mask. His rifle was dead weight — no signal, no comms, no HUD. The magnetic storm that filled the dome had eaten everything electronic down to its bones.

Across from him, Gray scanned the shimmering expanse, her ...