Chapter 177

Chapter 177 SERAPHINA The message Kaelos sent to the Council reverberated across the network like a pulse of thunder. I felt it not only in my mind but in my body—every syllable pressed into me as though the entire weight of the world had been condensed into one truth: we were creating bridges, or we were creating castes. In Geneva, the Transition Center hummed with activity. Screens glowed with neural readouts, stabilizers pulsed faintly, and the air smelled faintly of antiseptic and copper. Exhaustion clung to the technicians like an invisible mist, yet no one paused, no one dared. They all knew what was at stake. I stood at the observation deck, looking down at the rows of enhanced patients resting in suspension. Each one was a battlefield—torn between resonance and rupture. My consciousness brushed them gently, offering calm where I could, but it was like trying to soothe a hurricane with whispers. “Dr. Castellanos.” I turned to see Dr. Marek, one of our senior psychologists, appro