Chapter 290: Fragments Of Power
The Night wore on, the shadows cast by the flickering candles dancing on the walls like restless spirits. Kyle’s mind was a whirlwind of questions, but he knew they needed rest. He glanced at Lucias and Layla, who were meditating, their faces set in concentration.
Elara sat cross-legged on the floor, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and even. Kyle wondered if she was asleep, but her voice was like a whisper in the darkness.
"Can’t sleep, Kyle?" she asked, her eyes still closed.
Kyle shook his head, though he knew she couldn’t see him. "Too much on my mind." he said, his voice low.
Elara’s eyes opened, gleaming in the dim light. "The vision, Lyra... it’s all connected. You just need to piece it together."
Kyle’s gaze drifted to Lucias and Layla, who were still focused on their meditation. "How do I do that?" he asked.
Elara’s expression was thoughtful. "Start with what you know. Lyra, the mission, the krael’s attack... it’s all part of the puzzle."
Kyle’s mind began to spin, threads of memory and possibility weaving together. He stood up, pacing the room, his footsteps quiet on the stone floor.
’Snow, can you pull up the mission logs?’ he asked silently.
[I have them, Kyle.] Snow responded.
The logs flickered to life in Kyle’s mind, a holographic projection of the mission playing out. He watched, his eyes scanning the footage, searching for anything... anything...
And then he saw it. A fleeting glimpse of a figure, tall and imposing, standing at the edge of the cave. The same figure Lucias had seen in his vision.