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“Copy, Nest,” Kael said, and the poetry in him died a little more. “Peaseblossom inbound.”

They fled back through the rusting corridors, a nightmare swarm of metal and purpose. Behind them, the Archivist’s substation crumbled into silence. Kael withdrew his consciousness from the pack, the familiar weight of his own body returning like a lead blanket. He sat up, gasping, sweat cold on his face. targeting pack

“Cicada! Grab it!”

With the pack installed, the "blueprints" were finally in place. He hit . This time, the silence of the office was broken only by the hum of his CPU. The crimson errors vanished, replaced by a single, beautiful line: “Copy, Nest,” Kael said, and the poetry in