Their rapid growth did not go unnoticed.
A week later, after a particularly brutal simulation where their team scored in the top 15%, Echo found a black data-chip left on his bunk.
No message. Just a chip.
He slid it into his wrist-band in private. A hologram flickered—a hooded figure with a voice distorted by scramblers.
"Your potential is wasted in the Vanguard's clumsy hands. The Shadow Court offers knowledge beyond the Academy's limits. Power without oversight. Meet us at the Black Bazaar, Stall 13, during the next cycle's low-light period. Come alone."
The message dissolved.
Echo destroyed the chip.
The Shadow Court—the faction Fen had warned about. They'd seen through the amulets. They wanted him.
He didn't tell Leyla or Mira. Not yet. They were strong, but not ready for political games within a multiversal war.
He would go. Alone. And learn what cards the shadows held.