Chapitre 25: A Flicker in the Dark
The camp was alive with activity as we returned. Word of our encounter with the advanced admin projection had spread, and tension buzzed through the air. Despite the victory of our last battle, the knowledge that Avalon's forces were adapting weighed on everyone.
Sira wasted no time. She set the new resonance crystals in the center of camp, positioning them around the main crystal node with practiced precision. The shards pulsed with a soft blue light, casting a glow that seemed to calm the anxieties in the air.
"This should amplify our defenses," Sira explained to the gathered council, adjusting the crystals so that their energy fields overlapped, creating a net of resonance around us. "By linking these new crystals with the ones we've already set up, we can expand the field and detect incoming threats from farther away."
Jaina crossed her arms, her gaze steely as she watched Sira work. "Will it be enough? These new projections are unlike anything we've faced. If Avalon has managed to create projections with a degree of sentience… it changes everything."
Sira straightened, her face somber. "I believe it will hold, but we should be prepared for anything. Avalon isn't just adapting their tactics—they're evolving their projections to think, to understand us. We need to stay one step ahead."
Leith, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. "Then we need to make sure our tactics are as dynamic as theirs. If they're studying us, let's give them something to study—a series of defensive maneuvers that force them to reveal more of their own weaknesses."
I nodded, feeling the weight of the situation settle over me. "We'll need everyone ready and fully trained in resonance combat. Our best defense will be a coordinated, flexible offense."
Over the next few days, the camp became a training ground. Jaina led combat drills, her every move infused with the rhythm of Lyria's energy. The resonance between us had grown stronger since our visit to the Vault of Whispers, allowing us to move in near-perfect synchronization. Each motion felt guided, as though Lyria itself directed us.
Sira continued her work on expanding the resonance field, monitoring the crystal nodes constantly. Tarek and a group of scouts explored the surrounding forests, mapping every inch of terrain and setting traps in strategic locations. They returned each evening, tired but resolute, their reports detailed and thorough.
One evening, as the sun set over the camp, casting long shadows across the clearing, I gathered with Sira, Jaina, and Tarek by the central crystal node. We had a brief moment of quiet, watching the crystals pulse in harmony, their glow lighting up the night.
"You can feel it, can't you?" Sira said softly, almost in awe. "The energy here… it's stronger than before. Lyria is responding to us, as if it senses our intentions."
Jaina nodded, her eyes fixed on the crystals. "It's incredible. We've become a part of this world in ways I never thought possible."
Tarek chuckled, his usual grin softened by the quiet moment. "Maybe it's strange to say, but I feel like we belong here more than we ever did back in Avalon."
The silence settled over us, each of us lost in our thoughts. The bond we shared was more than just a connection through combat—it was a shared purpose, a unity that defied the limitations of our origins.
But the peace was short-lived. A tremor shook the ground, and the resonance crystals flared brightly before dimming. The camp fell silent, every face turned toward the forest as a dark shadow moved between the trees.
Sira's eyes widened. "The resonance field is detecting a new kind of energy—one I've never seen before."
Jaina tightened her grip on her sword, her stance immediately shifting to one of readiness. "Everyone, prepare for battle!"
The admin projection emerged from the shadows, but this time, it wasn't alone. Two additional projections, similar in form but distinctly unique, flanked it. They moved with an eerie synchronicity, their eyes glowing with a cold, calculating light.
The center projection spoke, its voice a blend of multiple tones that reverberated through the clearing. > "You have defied the system for too long. This will end now."
A chill ran down my spine as I felt the weight of its words. These projections were no longer just sentries or enforcers—they had a purpose, an intention. Avalon had created beings that not only followed commands but could think and act independently.
Without waiting for an answer, the projections attacked, their movements swift and precise. Jaina met the first strike head-on, her blade clashing with the projection's energy, the resonance between us amplifying her strength. I joined her, moving in harmony, our strikes coordinated by the core's rhythm.
But the projections were faster, adapting to our every move. They countered with an intelligence that was both unsettling and relentless, forcing us to rethink each tactic as soon as it was executed.
"Tarek! Sira! Hold the line on the left," I shouted, trying to keep our formation intact. "We need to draw them into the resonance field."
Sira nodded, directing the resonance crystals to emit pulses that disrupted the projections' attacks. For a moment, it seemed to work. The projections hesitated, their forms flickering as the resonance interfered with their code.
But then the lead projection raised its hand, emitting a pulse that countered our resonance, disrupting the field and sending a shockwave through the camp. NPCs stumbled, struggling to stay on their feet as the projections advanced.
"They're breaking through!" Tarek yelled, gritting his teeth as he blocked an attack.
I felt a surge of frustration, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. We were losing ground, and our tactics weren't enough. But then, I remembered the Vault of Whispers, the words of the guardian echoing in my mind: Strength lies not in one but in all.
"Everyone, focus on the core," I shouted. "We need to connect fully, let the energy flow through us as one!"
Jaina, Tarek, Sira, and the rest of the NPCs around us closed their eyes, grounding themselves in the resonance. I felt the shift immediately—the energy from Lyria surged, weaving through each of us, binding us in a unity that transcended the physical.
The projections paused, as if sensing the shift, but it was too late. We moved as one, each strike coordinated, each block supported by the core's rhythm. Our strength was no longer individual; it was collective, a single force that pushed the projections back.
The lead projection's form flickered, its once-cold gaze now tinged with what could almost be mistaken for fear. It stumbled, struggling to counter our movements, its code destabilizing as the resonance tore through it.
"This… is not possible," it hissed, its voice faltering.
I met its gaze, feeling a surge of triumph. "You cannot break what was never meant to be controlled."
With a final strike, the projection shattered, dissolving into fragments of light that scattered into the night. The other two projections faltered, their forms flickering before they too dissolved, leaving the clearing silent.
The camp erupted in cheers, the sound echoing through the trees as relief washed over us. We had faced Avalon's strongest forces yet and emerged victorious, our unity stronger than anything they could throw at us.
But as the cheers faded, Sira's face remained troubled. "They're evolving faster than we expected. The next time they come, they may be even more formidable."
I nodded, understanding the weight of her words. "Then we continue to grow, continue to strengthen our bond with Lyria. They may evolve, but so will we."
Jaina clapped me on the shoulder, a smile on her face. "We're not just surviving, we're thriving. Whatever Avalon sends next, we'll be ready."
As the night settled over the camp, I felt the pulse of the resonance crystals steady and strong, a beacon that guided us forward. We had become more than just fighters—we were protectors, guardians bound to a world that had chosen us.
And as long as Lyria's pulse continued to beat within us, we would stand against any shadow Avalon cast our way. The storm was far from over, but we were ready to face it, united and unbreakable.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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