What Echo released into the sky wasn't a signal. It was an echo of a forgotten covenant. And now, something ancient—older than language and untouched by time—has stirred. It does not land. It does not roar. It simply arrives.
POV: Rook Vale
3:12 a.m.
The sky went dark, but not like nightfall. Not like a storm.It disappeared in pieces.
One star blinked out.Then five more.Then a whole quadrant of the sky — erased in silence.
Rook Vale had stood watch over the Resistance compound for countless nights, seen the curve of the Earth under a thousand colors. But this wasn't weather. It wasn't war.
It was presence.
And it had weight.
He keyed his comm. "Aya. You seeing this?"
Aya's voice was flat. "Eastern sky blackout confirmed. Multiple points. Not satellites. Pattern too wide. Too clean."
"What is it?"
A pause.
"Not one thing. Many. Moving as one."
POV: Aya Sparks