I woke with a gasp, the phantom pain of last night's failed harmonization still coiled around my ribs like a vise. The relic-bed's glow had faded, leaving me in the dim light of Virion's domain—a cavern of stolen treasures and half-lies.
Three days.
Three days of almost syncing my Loci, only for everything to shatter at the threshold. It wasn't just frustration gnawing at me now—it was suspicion.
There was definitely something wrong with me.
I exhaled and willed the System awake.
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[DASHBOARD]
◈ Personal Info
◈ Stories
◈ Messages (3 Unread)
◈ Inventory
◈ Achievements
◈ Funds
◈ Scenario Points
◈ Shop [LOCKED]
◈ Pathways [NEW]
◈ Resonant Relics
◈ Techniques/Styles/Arts
◈ Bonds [LOCKED]
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The System flared to life before me—a sleek, holographic dashboard suspended in the air. Each tab pulsed with its own distinct energy:
- Personal Info shimmered with a translucent overlay of my own image, frozen mid-movement like a ghostly afterimage.