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It's not where you are looking, Kaelen, the text read, echoing his own thoughts. It's when.

A map projected from the terminal, showing not stars, but a path. It led deeper into the subterranean complex, toward a room that wasn't on any blueprints. Kaelen followed, the air growing colder, until he reached a chamber containing a single, humming crystalline pillar. 493929_484352

"Entry logged," the system whispered, the sound echoing in his headset. "File 493929_484352 accessed by unauthorized user." It's not where you are looking, Kaelen, the

The silence in Sector 7 was absolute, broken only by the faint, rhythmic hum of the derelict data core. Agent Kaelen adjusted the seal on his helmet, looking at the display on his wrist monitor: . It led deeper into the subterranean complex, toward

As he reached out to touch , the display changed, revealing that the anomaly wasn't a malfunction—it was a message.