The rain didn't wash away the unease. Weeks had passed since Severian left Trikut Parbat, but the visions lingered, sharper now, as if the mountain itself were trying to pull him back. He saw the arachnid's metallic glint in every shadow, heard the aliens' cold whispers in the city's cacophony.
Tonight, the whispers were louder. He found himself drawn to the familiar decay of Sector 7, the neon signs reflecting in rain-slicked streets, mirroring the distorted reality he'd experienced. A beggar, huddled in a doorway, looked up, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural orange light.
"They're calling you back, Severian," the beggar rasped, his voice a chorus of alien echoes. "They are almost here."
Severian's hand instinctively went to where his weapon used to be. He was no longer a soldier, but the training was etched into his bones. "Who's calling?"
The beggar smiled, a disturbing, knowing smile. "The ones who endured. The ones who wait beneath the mountain. They have a new song for NeuroSync, a song of dominance."
Suddenly, the ground trembled. A high-pitched whine pierced the air, growing in intensity. From the যেন of a half-collapsed building, a beam of orange light shot skyward, tearing through the rain clouds. Other beams erupted across the city, converging on Trikut Parbat in the distance, as if the mountain were a beacon.
Severian knew, with a chilling certainty, that this was not the end, but an echo. The NeuroSync Dominion was far from over.
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