CHAPTER 112:

The computer's cooling fans whirred softly, a steady hum against the chaos of construction surrounding it. The holographic interface flickered as diagnostics poured in, charting the slow progress of the Nexus Gate's assembly. Beneath a jagged rock formation, remnants of ancient structures peeked through the earth, forgotten echoes of a once-thriving world. Now, Valdorian Prime stood in ruin, its surface scarred from centuries of neglect, the air thick with the weight of history.

Rylan Quinn stood next to the terminal, his fingers grazing the controls. His ey