Whispers of the Ancients

Previously

…The hum continued, a low, insistent thrum that filled the small café. The holographic symbols flickered, a silent testament to a forgotten brilliance. Dr. Evelyn Reed hadn’t just been murdered; she had been silenced. And the truth, as Corbin was beginning to realize, was far more dangerous, and far more profound, than he could have ever imagined. He looked at Anya, her face illuminated by the strange, ethereal light, and knew their journey had just begun. The Architects were no longer just a whisper; they were beginning to hum.