Jin stayed frozen on his knees, fingers white-knuckled around the quantum katana's grip while the forge's dying light painted everything in sickly purple hues. His shoulders shook—but whether from rage or grief, no one could tell.
Clara's tablet slipped from her trembling fingers, the crack of plastic on metal making everyone flinch. Through her glasses, data streams painted impossible readings that made her stomach churn. "J-Jin? What the—your brain activity is going crazy. Like, *really* crazy. What happened there?"
He looked up slowly, and the workshop's temperature seemed to drop ten degrees. His eyes blazed crimson—not the warm brown they knew, but something that pulsed like dying stars. The color shifted and swirled, as if something else was looking out through them.
**[ENTITY SYNCHRONIZATION: 45% → 47%]**
**[WARNING: UNKNOWN NEURAL PATTERN DETECTED]**
