Kaelen closed his eyes, tapping into the deep, ancient veins of the mountain he had felt at the Nest. He didn't just channel the energy; he forced his Ascendant Trace—his modern soul—to broadcast a "Glitch."
He envisioned the static of an old television, the chaotic noise of a failing machine. He projected that mental image into the Aetheria around them.
The Sentinels faltered. Their silver bodies began to vibrate and distort, losing their solid shapes.
"Now, Lyra! The pedestal!"
Lyra dived for the alloy pedestal, slamming the skeleton key into the slot. A holographic map erupted from the center, filling the room with light.
