Chapter 95 Whispers of the Void

Weeks bled into months, the scars of battle slowly fading but the memory of the Void Walker attack etched permanently into the collective consciousness of the combined city. Though the colossal vessel remained adrift in the void, a chilling reminder of the threat, a sense of unease hung heavy in the air. Cyrus, the weight of leadership etched on his face, tirelessly worked alongside Elara. They spearheaded the reconstruction efforts, fostering alliances between Volta and Umbra factions, ensuring a unified defense against an uncertain future. But the silence from the depths of space gnawed at them. One afternoon, amidst the bustle of reconstruction, a cloaked figure entered Cyrus' office. It was Anya Jr., her bright demeanor replaced by a shadow of concern. "Cyrus," she began, her voice low, "we have a situation." Cyrus gestured for her to sit. "What is it, Anya?" "The Harbinger," she started, then paused, her brow furrowed. "He's… different." A jolt of unease ran through Cyrus. "D