The galaxy was awake now.
Two Sovereign Keys had been claimed. Their echoes rippled through deep markets and forbidden channels, stirring old players from ancient slumber. Data-chatter increased tenfold, whispers of hidden relics and unseen rulers rising again.
And in the middle of it all—stood Kairos Vant.
The Jade Vulture cruised through the drifting nebula of Kalderon Verge, its hull shielded from the static bursts of nearby stellar radiation. Ahead loomed Omiron Prime, a space-city built into the collapsed shell of a Dyson Swarm.
It was called the Ash Vault.
Because nothing came out of it whole.
A New Lead
Kairos stood at the helm, studying a coded invitation Raya had decrypted hours ago.
"To the Holder of the Flame:An artifact bearing the Sovereign sigil has been scheduled for trade in Lot 7.Come, if you dare the Ash Vault's bid.Your presence will not go unnoticed."—The Auctioneer of Emberglass
Vael grunted. "It's a trap."
"Obviously," Kairos said.
