CHAPTER 91:

The cracked surface of the console flickered, barely holding onto life. Its ancient circuits, once part of a sophisticated network, now sputtered like the last gasps of a dying star. Dust covered its screen, but faint symbols—remnants of a language long forgotten—still scrolled across it. Rylan Quinn stood over it, his gaze lingering on the faint glow, reflecting the desolation all around. The whirring of engines filled the silence as transport shuttle