Chapter 68: The Weight of Legacy
The silence in the Vault was no longer empty; it was now heavy with the weight of millennia. Lyra stood at the central console, her fingers resting lightly on the cool, glowing surface. The knowledge of the Unified People flowed through her, a river of history, science, and tragedy that threatened to overwhelm her. She saw the faces of the "sleepers" in the stasis pods not as strangers, but as ancestors, as kin whose legacy had been all but erased.
Ronan stood a few paces back, his warrior's stance rigid with a tension that had nothing to do with physical threat. He was facing a truth his mind could scarcely contain. "So the legends... the old tales of a golden age before the packs... they were true?"
