The phrase burned across Sarya's consciousness.
Not words.
Coordinates.
A destination.
A place so deeply buried beneath layers of erased history that entire ages of the Nexus had forgotten it existed.
And everyone was terrified.
The Hollow.
The observing masses.
The balance branches.
All of them.
For one impossible moment, every major power inside the Nexus stopped fighting each other and focused on the same thing.
The hidden memory.
The forgotten location.
The prison layers trembled around them.
The collapse-born entity convulsed violently as fragments of ancient resonance records spilled from its unstable structure.
The observing masses moved first.
Thousands of them surged toward the exposed memory simultaneously.
Not attacking.
Containing.
Massive resonance barriers unfolded around the fragment like walls rising around a wildfire.
"Memory quarantine initiated."
"Historical contamination risk elevated."
"Unauthorized recovery prohibited."
