The silence after the storm felt almost holy.

Evelyn hovered within the smoldering remnants of the Echo, her form flickering between light and translucence. The golden pulse she had unleashed still rippled through the network’s architecture, fading slowly as balance tried to reassert itself.

But beneath that calm, she could feel it:

something still moving.

Fragments.

Residue.

Doran’s code—splintered, but not destroyed.

Evelyn closed her eyes, letting her consciousness dissolve outward ...