Detective west

Previously

…Anya let out a slow breath, her hand finally relaxing from her weapon. “So, what happens now?” Jason looked at the sphere in his hand, then back at the colossal Meridian Tower, its imposing facade now seeming less like a symbol of brute force and more like a silent guardian of hidden knowledge. “Now,” he said, a hint of something akin to wonder in his voice, “we begin to understand the true architecture of the world.” The city, he realized, was not just a collection of buildings. It was a symphony, and Elias Thorne had composed its most intricate movement. And he, Jason West, Archimedes, had just learned to hear the music.