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"ADA," Elias whispered, his breath hitching. "I don't think we're the ones doing the listening anymore."

Suddenly, the "Deep Pulse" didn't just register on the screens; it became audible. A hum that rattled his teeth. On the horizon, the clouds didn't just part—they were blown away by a massive upward surge of heat. 7E6C9A28-F7F3-45EA-BD96-7CDDC7190E7B.jpeg

As if on cue, a low groan shivered through the floorboards. It wasn't the wind. It was the mountain itself. Elias looked back out the window. The blue lights of the landing pad flickered. He was waiting for a transport ship that was already three days overdue, grounded by the perpetual storms that lashed the lower altitudes. "ADA," Elias whispered, his breath hitching