Inside the shimmering blue barrier, the data continued its relentless tide.
Dayat's body was no longer writhing in agony. His muscles remained taut, but the violent convulsions had subsided. His eyes were clamped shut, his lips still pressed firmly against Dola's. His breathing was shallow and erratic, but he was alive.
Yet, something fundamental had shifted.
The pain in his mind was no longer purely physical. Something else was weaving its way into his consciousness—it wasn't just science, nor was it just weapon blueprints or war strategies.
It was memory.
Dayat saw a sky that never knew darkness.
