Lyra looked down at the core. It didn't just glow; it thumped against her ribs, a rhythmic, messy vibration that felt like a heartbeat. It was the memory of a summer sun she’d never seen, the heat of a hand held tight, the chaotic joy of a laugh. The Azure Sector was built on logic and cold iron, but this—this was fire.
"They’re trying to stabilize the sector!" Jax shouted over the wind. "If they catch us, they’ll drain the Spark. They'll turn that feeling into a battery for their mainframe." Azure - Can't Steel my Love (High Energy)
Behind her, the Sentinels—towering automatons of cold, matte metal—thundered in pursuit. Their optics glowed a menacing crimson, scanning the rain-lashed air. They weren't after credits or data; they were after the glowing core strapped to Lyra’s chest. It was the "Spark," a pre-collapse relic rumored to hold the only thing the corporate overlords couldn’t manufacture: pure, unsimulated human emotion. Lyra looked down at the core