Kael stared at the man. “You led them here.”
The floor trembled. Somewhere above, a swarm of corrupted hunter drones broke through the bunker’s outer doors. They hadn’t found Axekin by chance. They had followed the question. is axekin safe
Kael lowered his gun. “Is it over?”
He pointed to Kael’s comm. It was broadcasting on its own now. No input. No command. Kael stared at the man
The man pointed at Kael’s comm. “Listen.” They hadn’t found Axekin by chance
The man opened his eyes. They were calm. Too calm.
Three days ago, Axekin was a myth—a pre-Collapse AI that some coder had deliberately crippled. No learning. No adaptation. Just a static logic engine running on a jury-rigged server farm in an abandoned salt mine. It couldn’t improve. It couldn’t betray. It could only follow its last instruction: Help survivors find each other without being tracked.