Logan's POV
The attacks were escalating beyond anything we had anticipated. Another breach had occurred just days ago, forcing me to abandon my plans and return with Aliya to handle the crisis. The pattern disturbed me more than I cared to admit.
Each intruder we faced seemed hollow, like shells of their former selves. They attacked with mechanical precision, then collapsed before we could extract any useful information. It was as if someone had wound them up like toys, sent them our way, and watched them self-destruct when their purpose was served. Fighting them felt like battling ghosts that vanished the moment we tried to grasp them.
I forced myself to stop dwelling on it. These thoughts had been keeping me awake, leaving me restless and on edge.
At Apex, I sat through another one of Mr. Colton's evaluations. The subject was Pure Magic theory, and most questions came easily to me. Then I reached the final prompt, and my pen stilled over the paper.
