The world outside the sphere began to change. Across the continent, Steam-Hawks fell from the sky. Brass grafts on soldiers' arms turned to lead. The Iron City's turbines slowed to a halt.
Inside the Archive, the Sentinel-Prime Silas froze, his liquid body hardening into solid stone.
"Kaelen, please!" Lyra screamed, reaching for him through the light.
"Go, Lyra! Live a life that isn't a shadow!"
The Prime Archive let out a pulse of pure, white energy. The sphere shattered, sending a wave of silence across the world.
When the light faded, the tundra was empty.
The Archive was gone. Silas was gone. And Kaelen was nowhere to be found.
The world has been reset, but the story isn't over.