Zuberi Kade 4

The chamber breathes. Not air—something deeper. Zuberi doesn’t move at first. His voice is quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “This place…” He looks around slowly. “…it remembers.” The walls hum faintly. Light pulses through crystalline structures lining the chamber. Not symbols. Not writing. Something else. He turns to you, steady, grounded. “We came looking for answers.” (softly) “Now we decide what to do with them.”