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Liam mapped them. Oslo. Reykjavik. Nuuk. A straight line across the North Atlantic, ending at a point in Newfoundland where, in 2024, a team of archaeologists had quietly unearthed a buried structure that didn’t match any known Viking settlement. The site had been sealed off by a private firm two weeks ago. No news coverage. No press release.

But Liam had been staring at it for three hours.

They formed text. Thousands of lines of it. Cuneiform small, buried in the noise of the volumetric fog. He zoomed further, his monitor groaning under the strain, and the text resolved into Old Norse. He didn’t read Old Norse. But the characters rearranged themselves as he watched—letters sliding across the screen like migrating serpents—until they were English. HD wallpaper- Assassin-s Creed- Valhalla- resha...

Then another. A photo. She had taken a picture of her own monitor. In her wallpaper, Eivor was facing the opposite direction. The cliff was the same. The fjord was the same. But Eivor had turned. And in her hand, the hidden blade was extended—not toward an enemy, but outward. Toward the camera. Toward Maya.

He tried to close the image. The task manager wouldn’t open. The power button on his tower did nothing. He yanked the cord from the wall—the screen stayed on. The wallpaper was still there. But now the sky behind Eivor was no longer dawn. It was a dark, roiling green, like the aurora borealis had cracked and bled into something older. Liam mapped them

Liam looked back at his screen. Eivor had stopped walking. She stood before the temple’s entrance, one hand pressed against the cold metal. Her lips moved again.

Not because he was mesmerized by the artistry. Because something was wrong . No news coverage

The screen flickered once, then steadied.