The Artifact

Dr. Harrow stood before the vault, his pulse quickening. The shimmering orb inside wasn’t just technology—it was alive. It pulsed with colors that defied description, casting eerie light on the walls of the underground chamber.

“Is it safe to touch?” asked Renna, his apprentice.

“No,” Harrow whispered. “But we don’t have a choice.”

The mission was clear: retrieve the artifact before the rogue faction arrived. As his hand closed around the orb, his vision fragmented. He glimpsed cities crumbling, faces he didn’t recognize, and a voice whispering: “Save us.”

The chamber trembled. Harrow tightened his grip. “Time is already unraveling. We can’t fail.”

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