He reached the Old Clocktower just as the digital chime hit 04:00. A cloaked figure awaited. Elias handed over the drive containing the video. The figure plugged it in, the blue glow of the Aethel shard on the screen matching the neon of the city. The balance of power in Neo-Veridia had just shifted. A of the courier, Elias? The technological specs of the 720p encrypted file?
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As Elias slipped into the dark alleyways, avoiding the patrolling drones, he finally accessed the video file. It wasn't surveillance footage or schematics. It was a flickering, 720p video of a hand holding a glowing blue shard—a piece of the , the lost energy source that was supposed to be a myth. He reached the Old Clocktower just as the