The air in the center of the Obsidian Nexus felt like it was charged with electricity. It was thick, tense, humming with both old, forgotten power and new, advanced technology. In the middle of the chamber stood Alistair Finch. Behind him shimmered a strange structure, the “Architect”, a crystal-shaped AI that seemed to hum with silent, dangerous energy.

“You’ve caused us quite a bit of trouble, Mr. Walker,” Finch said smoothly, as if there wasn’t a battle raging outside. “The Thorne project destroyed. The Echo taken from us. You’re far more persistent than expected.” His eyes flicked to Leah. “And you, Detective. Still clinging to your sense of justice, like...