?? 【ARCΛDIΛN SYSTΞM INTERFΛCE】 ??

  [Initiating biometric resonance scan...] …Mana signature detected. …Bloodline encryption matched. …Temporal displacement confirmed: 1,207 cycles since last activation.

  ? IDENTITY VERIFIED ?

  ? Codename: ARLIZE DENTRAGON

  ? Alias: Nicholas Valiente

  ? Lineage: Aurilian Core Bloodline [Grand Tier]

  ? Titles:

  ? First Grand Magi of the Arc Spire, The Supreme Magus

  ? High Noble Knight of the Aurilia Empire, The Sword Epoch

  System Note: Dormancy period exceeded optimal thresholds.

  Reestablishing neural lattice sync…

  Reconstructing mana pathways…

  Recalibrating cognitive harmonics…

  [RESYNCHRONIZATION COMPLETE]

  ?? LEGACY PROTOCOLS RESTORED

  ? Arc-Magi Core Framework: ONLINE

  ? Knight-Paladin Combat Tree: PARTIAL SYNC

  ? Mana Archive Access: [Tier One]

  ? Memory Seal: 70% destabilized — restoration in progress

  ? Neural Overlay [AR]: Enabled

  ? DIRECTIVES ACTIVE

  ? Consult [Arcadian Codex]

  ? Review [Mana Weave Topography]

  ? Initialize [Legacy System Sync]

  ? Mission Thread: Unknown

  ? Destiny Pathway: Recalculating...

  ?? Welcome back, Grand Magi, Sword Epoch. The Empire remembers. ?? The Arcadia sleeps no longer.

  Nick gasped, his eyes flying open as consciousness returned. He was lying on the floor of his dorm room, his head pounding with the strange dual sensation of existing in two places at once. The cool linoleum against his back anchored him to reality while ghostly blue glyphs hovered in the air above him, casting ethereal light across the ceiling.

  "What the hell," he whispered, pushing himself up to sitting position.

  The Arcadian System interface—because that's what it had to be—floated before him, translucent blue glyphs arranged in complex patterns that somehow made perfect sense to him. The interface wasn't quite physical, wasn't quite a hallucination either. It existed in a space between perception and reality, visible only to him.

  Nick cautiously reached toward one of the glowing symbols labeled "Memory Archive." His fingers passed through it, but the contact triggered a cascade of images—fragments of a life not his own yet somehow intimately familiar:

  A crystalline tower rising from a sapphire sea— Hands weaving complex patterns as blue energy coalesced into shields— A battlefield strewn with fallen comrades, the taste of ash and iron— A crown held reverently before a council of elders—

  "Stop," Nick commanded, squeezing his eyes shut. The memory cascade halted immediately, leaving him breathless.

  The system responded to his thought:

  [Memory cascade paused. Neural load reduced to acceptable parameters. Recommend graduated exposure to prevent cognitive strain.]

  Nick shakily got to his feet, watching as the interface adjusted to his movement, maintaining its position relative to his field of vision. It was like the most advanced augmented reality system imaginable, but without any hardware.

  "How is this possible?" he murmured.

  The system responded:

  [Query recognized. The Arcadian System operates via quantum-resonant mana pathways established within host physiology. Integration complete: 37%. Full functionality expected within 72 hours.]

  Nick's eyes widened. "Integration? Into what?"

  [Integration into the neural architecture of Nicholas Valiente while preserving core protocols and memory structures of Arlize Dentragon. You are both. You have always been both.]

  "That's... not very helpful," Nick muttered.

  He experimentally focused on different sections of the interface. Each responded to his attention, expanding into sub-menus with unfamiliar designations: "Mana Weave Topography," "Attunement Matrices," "Combat Trees." The number of locked functions far outweighed the available ones, most marked with some variation of "Access Pending" or "Restoration in Progress."

  Nick was about to dive deeper into the "Legacy Protocols" section when a flashing red glyph appeared at the edge of his vision, pulsing with urgency:

  [?? Temporal Alert: Harrington Lecture commences in 10 minutes]

  "Shit!" Nick spun toward his desk clock, confirming the time. The lecture that everything seemed to be building toward was starting in minutes, and he was standing in his room staring at magical holograms.

  "I need to go," he said urgently. "Can I... turn you off? Or pause this?"

  The interface shifted, condensing into a single glyph in the corner of his vision:

  [Recessing Primary Interface. Autonomous Processing Engaged. Background synchronization will continue during minimal interface mode. Would you like to provide contextual parameters?]

  Nick hesitated, then nodded. "I'm heading to a lecture by Professor Harrington about neural interfaces. I got a strange device from Marcus Eidolon that somehow triggered you. I think something big is going to happen at this lecture, possibly dangerous."

  The system processed this information, the glyph pulsing rhythmically.

  [Acknowledged. Surveillance protocols initiated. Threat assessment engaged. Activating dormant defense matrices. Warning: Full combat capabilities currently unavailable until synchronization reaches 65%.]

  "That's... good to know," Nick said, already moving to his closet. The glowing blue glyph dimmed to a subtle presence at the edge of his awareness, unobtrusive but still present.

  Nick grabbed a dark blue button-down shirt and black jeans—formal enough to blend in but practical if he needed to move quickly. He dressed with military efficiency, Arlize's habits asserting themselves unconsciously. As he pulled on his shoes, he wondered how much of his movement was his own and how much belonged to the memory of a warrior-mage from another world.

  He grabbed Maggie's glasses and watch from the desk, slipping them on with practiced ease. The electromagnetic detector remained silent, showing no abnormal readings despite the system now integrated into his consciousness. Whatever the Arcadian System was, it operated on principles that Maggie's tech couldn't detect.

  As Nick headed for the door, the small blue glyph in his peripheral vision pulsed once, drawing his attention to a final message:

  [Caution advised, Magi Valiente. The resonance patterns in this vicinity suggest multiple sources of mana manipulation technology. You are not the only power awakening.]

  With that ominous warning, the glyph faded to near invisibility, a faint blue shimmer at the corner of his vision.

  Nick took a deep breath, centering himself as Arlize had taught. Whatever awaited him at Harrington's lecture, he would face it with both the careful analysis of Nicholas Valiente and the battle-ready instincts of Arlize Dentragon.

  He stepped out into the evening, walking with purpose toward Willard Hall.

  The campus paths were unusually crowded for a Thursday evening. Students, faculty, and visitors streamed toward the large auditorium in Willard Hall, creating a steady flow of bodies all moving in the same direction. Nick kept pace, occasionally checking his watch—Maggie's EM detector remained dormant, but the lecture hadn't started yet.

  The crowd thickened as he approached the building, forming into an organized line funneling through the main entrance. Security personnel flanked the doors, their posture and alertness suggesting military training rather than standard campus security. Nick recognized several faces from the warehouse where he'd been held—not a coincidence.

  At the front of the line, each attendee passed through a security checkpoint. Bags were being searched, and everyone walked through what appeared to be a standard metal detector but with unusual blue coils woven through its frame. Nick's mana stirred uneasily at the sight.

  Officer Dawson stood to one side, supervising the operation with cool efficiency. His eyes scanned the crowd continuously, pausing momentarily when they landed on Nick. The officer's expression remained neutral, but Nick caught the subtle shift in his posture—recognition, alertness, preparation.

  As the line inched forward, Nick observed the screening process. The scanner emitted a soft blue pulse as each person passed through. Most triggered no reaction, but occasionally the device would emit a higher-pitched tone, causing security to pull someone aside for additional screening.

  Were they scanning for weapons, or something else entirely?

  The dim blue glyph in Nick's peripheral vision suddenly brightened slightly, and a message appeared:

  [Detected: Mana-resonant technology. Calibration suggests designed to identify non-standard energy signatures. Recommendation: Suppress mana core activity during passage.]

  Suppress mana? Nick had never consciously tried to do that before. He'd focused on channeling it, directing it, using it—but never deliberately dampening it. He closed his eyes briefly, reaching inward to the cool blue energy core within him.

  Quiet now, he thought toward it. Still and silent, like water beneath ice.

  The familiar sensation of his mana swirling beneath his skin gradually subsided, pulled deeper into his center until it was merely a whisper rather than a steady current. The effort of maintaining this suppression felt like holding his breath underwater—possible, but not sustainable for long.

  When Nick's turn came, he stepped through the scanner with deliberate casualness, shoulders relaxed despite the tension coiling within him. The device hummed, the blue coils flickering briefly—a momentary malfunction—before returning to normal operation. No alarm sounded.

  "Wait," a guard said as Nick moved past.

  Nick froze, his hand instinctively tensing. The guard studied a small display on his wrist, brow furrowed in concentration.

  "Scanner glitched when you passed through," the guard said. "Standard procedure requires a manual check."

  Nick nodded, careful to maintain his relaxed demeanor as the guard passed a handheld device over him. It resembled a metal detector wand but emitted the same blue glow as the scanner gate.

  "Clean," the guard finally announced, still looking slightly puzzled. "You're clear to proceed."

  As Nick moved away, Dawson caught his eye and gave him a small, knowing nod. Not quite friendly, not quite threatening—but an acknowledgment of sorts.

  The Arcadian interface glimmered briefly:

  [Attention: Subject designated 'Dawson' registered anomalous mana recognition signature. Classification: Potential Aware.]

  Nick filed that information away as he entered the auditorium, immediately struck by the scale of the event. Willard Hall's main lecture space had been transformed for the occasion, with enhanced lighting, sophisticated projection equipment, and a stage setup that looked more appropriate for a tech company product launch than an academic lecture.

  The vast room was arranged in stadium seating, with rows descending toward a central platform. Nearly every seat was filled, the collective energy of hundreds of people creating a palpable buzz in the air.

  Faculty members occupied the front rows, their formal attire setting them apart from the students scattered throughout the space. Nick quickly spotted Professor Feldman sitting ramrod straight, her silver-streaked hair pulled back severely. Near her sat Professor Ellis, his posture more relaxed but his attention sharply focused on the stage preparations.

  Nick chose a seat halfway up the auditorium, positioned near a side exit—giving him a good view of both the stage and the main entrance while ensuring he had an escape route if needed. As he settled in, he scanned the crowd, cataloging familiar faces.

  Several rows down, he spotted Matt and Sarah sitting together, their heads bent in conversation. They looked different somehow—more focused, more purposeful than the casual students he'd met in class. Matt glanced up briefly, his eyes meeting Nick's for a moment before he quickly looked away, leaning closer to Sarah to whisper something.

  The lights began to dim, conversations tapering off as anticipation filled the room. Above the stage, a holographic banner materialized, shimmering letters proclaiming: "Westlake Futures Lecture Series: The Next Evolution of Human Potential."

  A subtle vibration ran through the floor, the faint hum of powerful equipment activating beneath the stage. The Arcadian System glyph pulsed once in warning.

  [Alert: Multiple mana-resonant devices activating. Signature pattern suggests neural interface technology. Defensive protocols standing by.]

  The hall fell silent as a voice echoed through the sophisticated sound system: "Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us for this special event. Professor Harrington will begin momentarily."

  Nick sat back in his seat, one hand casually near his pocket where Maggie's glasses waited, his mana coiled tight within him, ready. Whatever was about to unfold, he was as prepared as he could be.

  The stage lights brightened, and Professor Harrington stepped into view, smiling with practiced confidence. Behind him, a massive screen flickered to life, displaying a stylized image of a human brain with glowing neural pathways.

  He moved across the stage with the practiced ease of someone accustomed to the spotlight. In his early fifties, he cut an impressive figure—tall and lean with a trim salt-and-pepper beard and rimless glasses that caught the light as he turned. His charcoal suit was impeccably tailored, adorned with a small silver pin on his lapel bearing the Callahan Industries logo.

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  "Good evening," he began, his voice resonating through the auditorium with perfect clarity. "Thank you all for joining us for what I believe will be remembered as a pivotal moment in the advancement of human potential."

  As he spoke, holographic displays materialized around him, showing complex neural networks rendered in glowing blue and white light. The quality of the projection technology was extraordinary—far beyond standard university equipment.

  "For those unfamiliar with my work, I've spent the last fifteen years at the intersection of neuroscience, quantum computing, and human-machine interface design," Harrington continued, gesturing toward the displays. "First at MIT, then at the Zurich Institute for Advanced Technologies, and for the past seven years, as director of neural research at Callahan Industries."

  Nick noticed Professor Feldman watching Harrington with intense focus, her posture rigid. Beside her, Ellis maintained a more relaxed demeanor, but his eyes never left the stage.

  The dormant Arcadian System glyph pulsed once in Nick's peripheral vision:

  [Analysis: Quantum-resonant mana signatures detected in projection technology. Non-standard energy patterns identified in stage apparatus.]

  Harrington touched his palm to the air, and the holographic display responded, transforming into a timeline of technological milestones.

  "The history of human progress is defined by tools that extend our capabilities," he said, walking along the timeline. "From the first stone tools to the printing press, from steam engines to semiconductors—we have consistently transcended our biological limitations through technology."

  The timeline reached the present day and then extended forward, showing speculative technologies marked with Callahan Industries' logo.

  "But all these advances have been external to us," Harrington continued, his voice taking on a rhythmic cadence that commanded attention. "Tools we hold, machines we operate, computers we interface with through crude mechanisms like keyboards and touchscreens."

  He paused dramatically. "Until now."

  With another gesture, the holographic display shifted to show a microscopic image of what appeared to be neural tissue interlaced with crystalline filaments.

  "Five years ago, my team achieved the first stable bidirectional interface between synthetic quantum processors and living human neurons," Harrington explained. "Not through invasive implants or external hardware, but through a revolutionary approach we call Resonant Neural Interface—or RNI."

  Nick felt a cold prickle along his spine. The image looked disturbingly similar to how his mana pathways appeared when he used his enhanced perception.

  "The key breakthrough," Harrington continued, "was discovering that neural activity generates quantum-resonant patterns that can be detected, interpreted, and influenced without physical contact. The brain operates not just through electrochemical signals, but through quantum effects that traditional science has only begun to understand."

  As he spoke, the holographic display showed a simulation of neural activity, with glowing pathways appearing remarkably similar to how mana flowed through Nick's body.

  The System glyph flared to life briefly in Nick's vision:

  [Warning: Technology described shares fundamental principles with Arcadian mana-integration protocols. Potential appropriation of legacy technologies detected.]

  Nick froze. Was Harrington somehow describing mana without naming it? Had Callahan Industries somehow discovered and repurposed ancient Arcadian technology?

  He glanced at Professor Feldman, whose tight expression suggested she was thinking something similar.

  "Our initial applications focused on medical interventions," Harrington continued. "Helping stroke victims regain motor control, treating previously intractable neurological conditions, enhancing cognitive function in patients with degenerative disorders."

  The display shifted to show testimonials from apparent patients, their expressions transforming from suffering to joy as they described miraculous recoveries.

  "But medical applications are just the beginning," Harrington said, his voice dropping to a more intimate register that somehow carried throughout the auditorium. "The true potential of RNI technology lies in its ability to expand human consciousness itself."

  The holographic display shifted again, showing a sleek headband device with subtle Callahan Industries branding.

  "Tonight, I'm pleased to announce the culmination of our research: the Callahan Neural Amplifier," Harrington declared. "The first consumer-grade device capable of enhancing cognitive function, accelerating learning, and facilitating unprecedented forms of human connection."

  A ripple of excitement moved through the audience. Nick glanced around, noting the rapt expressions on most faces. Even skeptical professors leaned forward with interest.

  "But rather than simply tell you about this technology," Harrington said with a knowing smile, "I believe a demonstration is in order."

  At this cue, assistants in Callahan-branded lab coats emerged from the wings, wheeling carts with dozens of the sleek headband devices.

  "With the university's permission, we've prepared enough prototype units for everyone in attendance tonight," Harrington announced. "You're all invited to participate in the first large-scale demonstration of RNI technology."

  The audience erupted in murmurs of excitement and apprehension. Nick tensed, his hand moving instinctively toward Maggie's glasses in his pocket.

  The Arcadian System glyph pulsed urgently:

  [Alert: Mass deployment of neural interface technology detected. Scanning for potential threats. Defensive protocols on standby.]

  Harrington raised his hands, quieting the crowd. "Of course, participation is entirely voluntary. The technology is non-invasive and has passed all FDA safety requirements for experimental demonstrations. Each of you will receive detailed consent information before choosing whether to participate."

  As the assistants began moving through the aisles, distributing tablets with consent forms and headbands, Nick watched Professor Feldman lean over to whisper something to a colleague. Her expression remained neutral, but her body language radiated tension.

  Nick felt his phone vibrate with an incoming text. Glancing down, he saw a message from Maggie:

  DO NOT put on that headband under ANY circumstances. I'm monitoring from outside. This tech isn't what he claims.

  The Arcadian System glyph pulsed again:

  [Analysis complete: Devices contain mana-resonant components capable of interfacing with neural pathways. Signature pattern suggests potential for consciousness manipulation. Recommend extreme caution.]

  An assistant approached Nick's row, offering tablets and headbands to each person. When she reached Nick, she paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she extended the device toward him.

  "Student participation is especially valuable," she said with a practiced smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Your generation will benefit most from this technology."

  Nick took the tablet but not the headband, forcing a polite smile. "I'll read through the consent form first."

  The assistant nodded and continued down the row, but not before giving Nick a second, more evaluative look.

  On stage, Harrington continued his presentation, explaining the technical specifications of the Neural Amplifier while volunteers from the audience were invited forward to be fitted with the devices. A large display showed real-time brain activity from the volunteers, with glowing patterns of neural activity becoming increasingly synchronized as each headband activated.

  Nick quickly scanned the consent form on the tablet, noting the extensive legal language and vague descriptions of "potential temporary sensory enhancement" and "collective cognitive resonance." The document mentioned Callahan Industries multiple times but made no reference to Zurich or the recent explosion at their research facility.

  As more audience members donned the headbands, Nick noticed a subtle shift in the auditorium's atmosphere. The initial excited murmuring had given way to an unusual quiet. People wearing the devices sat with eerily similar postures—backs straight, heads tilted slightly upward, expressions calm but attentive.

  Harrington observed this transformation with clear satisfaction. "As you can see, the Neural Amplifier creates a gentle synchronization effect. Participants report enhanced clarity of thought, improved sensory perception, and a sense of connectedness that many describe as profoundly meaningful."

  Nick glanced toward where he had seen Matt and Sarah earlier. Both now wore the headbands, their faces bearing the same serene expression as other participants. Sarah's eyes, normally sharp and questioning, had taken on a glassy quality that sent a chill through him.

  The System glyph flared with urgency:

  [Warning: Neural entrainment pattern detected. Collective consciousness manipulation in progress. Arcadian countermeasures available but require authorization to engage.]

  Nick hesitated, unsure what "authorization" meant in this context. He looked around the auditorium, noting that more than half the audience now wore the headbands. Professor Ellis had donned one, his expression peaceful. Professor Feldman had not, her hands folded tightly in her lap as she observed the proceedings with barely concealed alarm.

  On stage, Harrington moved to a more sophisticated control panel. "Now that we have a critical mass of participants, let's explore the true potential of collective neural resonance."

  He adjusted several controls, and the air in the auditorium seemed to thicken. Nick felt a subtle pressure against his skin, like the moment before a thunderstorm breaks. His mana stirred within him, responding to whatever energy now permeated the room.

  "In this enhanced state," Harrington explained, "the human mind becomes capable of perceiving aspects of reality previously invisible to us. Neural Amplifier technology doesn't create these aspects—it merely unveils what has always existed beyond our limited perceptual framework."

  The lighting in the room shifted subtly, taking on an otherworldly quality. Those wearing headbands gasped collectively, their eyes widening as they apparently perceived something invisible to others.

  "What you're experiencing now," Harrington continued, his voice taking on an almost reverent quality, "is the first glimpse of what we at Callahan Industries call the Resonance Layer—a previously undetectable field of energy that permeates our reality."

  Nick froze, the implications hitting him like a physical blow. Harrington was describing mana—not by name, but unmistakably the same energy that flowed through Nick's body and powered Arlize's abilities.

  The Arcadian System flared to full interface mode in Nick's vision, no longer a subtle glyph but an urgent warning:

  [CRITICAL ALERT: Unauthorized access attempt to Arcadian mana field detected. Subject 'Harrington' utilizing adaptive technology to expose mana layer to non-attuned individuals. This violates Primordial Compact protocols.]

  [Note: The Primordial Compact forbids forced awakening of non-attuned mortals. Catastrophic neurological failures were the primary cause of the Aurilian Collapse.]

  The interface displayed a pulsing option:

  [Engage protective countermeasures? Warning: Activation will reveal Arcadian presence.]

  Before Nick could decide, Harrington's voice cut through his thoughts.

  "Some of you may be wondering about the rare individuals who already possess natural sensitivity to the Resonance Layer," the professor said, his gaze sweeping across the audience and lingering, just for a moment, directly on Nick. "These 'naturals' have been documented throughout human history—often mis-categorized as psychics or savants. But they represent evolutionary harbingers of humanity's true potential."

  The holographic display shifted to show historical images—ancient drawings, Renaissance paintings, modern photographs—all depicting individuals manipulating what appeared to be light or energy.

  "Callahan Industries has been studying these natural resonance-sensitives for decades," Harrington continued. "And what we've learned has transformed our understanding of human potential. The Neural Amplifier technology is our first step toward democratizing these abilities—making what was once the province of the genetic lottery available to all of humanity."

  As if to demonstrate, Harrington lifted his hand, and a visible wave of energy rippled through the air above the audience. Those wearing headbands responded with sounds of wonder, while those without them looked confused, seeing only subtle light distortions.

  Nick felt his mana respond instinctively to the energy wave, rising to form a protective shell around him. The sensation was familiar from his training sessions, but now it carried a new awareness—his mana was actively resisting whatever Harrington was projecting into the room.

  The System interface expanded again:

  [Hostile mana manipulation detected. Arcadian shields engaged at minimal visibility. Warning: Subject 'Harrington' appears to be initiating mass attunement protocol. Historical records indicate catastrophic failure rate of 94.7% when attempted without proper bloodline preparation.]

  Nick watched in growing alarm as the audience members wearing headbands began to exhibit synchronized movements—hands rising slightly, fingers splayed as if feeling invisible currents in the air. Their expressions remained blissful, but a thin sheen of sweat had appeared on many foreheads.

  "What you're experiencing now is just a taste of what's possible," Harrington said, his voice thick with excitement. "With continued use, the Neural Amplifier will not just let you perceive the Resonance Layer—it will teach you to influence it."

  He made another gesture, and the auditorium lights dimmed further, replaced by swirling patterns of energy visible even to those without headbands. The effect was beautiful but deeply unnatural.

  "Imagine a world where human intention can directly influence reality," Harrington continued, his voice rising with passion. "Where learning becomes instantaneous, communication becomes truly telepathic, and the boundaries between individuals dissolve into a harmonious collective consciousness."

  The System interface flashed red:

  [DANGER: Mass attunement cascade detected. Neural integrity compromise imminent for non-prepared subjects. Authorization requested for emergency intervention.]

  Nick's instincts screamed warning. Whatever Harrington was doing wasn't simply demonstrating technology—he was forcibly attempting to create mana sensitivity in hundreds of unprepared people simultaneously. If the Arcadian System was correct, the consequences could be catastrophic.

  He glanced toward Professor Feldman, who had risen slightly from her seat, one hand gripping the chair in front of her white-knuckled. She met Nick's eyes across the auditorium, her expression a clear warning.

  Nick made his decision.

  System, he thought clearly, authorization granted. Protect these people.

  The response was immediate. The dim blue glyph in his peripheral vision expanded into a full interface, then projected outward in a pulse of energy that was invisible to normal perception but struck the mana field like a thunderclap.

  Throughout the auditorium, the headbands flickered, their synchronization pattern disrupted. Harrington faltered mid-sentence, his gaze darting to the control panel where warning indicators had begun to flash.

  "A minor calibration issue," he assured the audience, fingers working rapidly over the controls. "The neural network is simply adjusting to the unexpected diversity of cognitive patterns."

  But Nick could see through the Arcadian interface that something more significant had occurred. The System had established a dampening field that was selectively interfering with the headbands' ability to access the mana layer.

  What did you do? Nick directed the thought toward the System.

  [Enacted Arcadian Shielding Protocol. Selective interference pattern will prevent catastrophic neural cascade while appearing as technical malfunction. Subject 'Harrington' likely unaware of specific countermeasure source.]

  On stage, Harrington had recovered his composure, though a tightness around his eyes betrayed his frustration.

  "Let's take a different approach," he announced smoothly. "Rather than a collective demonstration, let's focus on individual experiences. Would anyone like to share what they're sensing through the Neural Amplifier?"

  Several hands raised, and Harrington pointed to a woman in the front row—a faculty member Nick didn't recognize.

  "It's like... seeing music," she described, her voice dreamy. "Colors and patterns that respond to thoughts. Is this what synesthesia feels like?"

  Harrington nodded encouragingly. "The Neural Amplifier often creates cross-modal sensory experiences as your brain adapts to perceiving the Resonance Layer. Anyone else?"

  A male student spoke next: "I feel connected to everyone wearing the device. Like we're forming a network. Is that intentional?"

  "Absolutely," Harrington confirmed. "The technology facilitates a form of technologically-mediated telepathy—what we call neural resonance synchronization."

  As the testimonials continued, Nick noticed something disturbing. Those who had been wearing the headbands the longest were beginning to exhibit subtle signs of strain—minute muscle tremors, pupils contracting and dilating erratically, breaths becoming shallow.

  The System confirmed his observation:

  [Warning: Despite containment efforts, extended exposure causing neurological stress in subjects. Estimated safe exposure duration exceeded for 37% of participants.]

  Nick tensed, ready to take more direct action if necessary. But before he could decide on a course of action, a figure rose from the faculty section—Professor Feldman.

  "Professor Harrington," she called out, her voice cutting through the testimonials with academic authority. "I wonder if you might address some of the ethical implications of this technology, particularly regarding informed consent."

  A flash of annoyance crossed Harrington's face before his professional smile returned. "Of course, Professor Feldman. All participants signed detailed consent forms explaining the experimental nature of this demonstration."

  "Yes," Feldman continued, undeterred. "But those forms make no mention of the potential neurological impact of artificially induced cross-modal sensory experiences. Nor do they address the long-term effects of what you're calling 'neural resonance synchronization.'"

  The challenge was delivered with precise academic formality, but the subtext was clear. Feldman knew exactly what Harrington was attempting, and she was providing a graceful exit ramp—an opportunity to end the demonstration before it went too far.

  A tension settled over the auditorium. Those without headbands looked between Feldman and Harrington with confusion or concern. Those wearing the devices seemed dreamily unconcerned, though several had removed their headbands as the discomfort became too noticeable.

  Harrington's smile tightened. "A fair point, Professor. The forms do reference potential temporary sensory effects, but as this is our first large-scale demonstration, we're still establishing the parameters of those effects."

  He turned to address the wider audience. "In the interest of caution, I suggest those experiencing any discomfort remove their Neural Amplifiers. This technology is still in its early stages, and individual tolerance varies widely."

  As if given permission, dozens of audience members removed their headbands, blinking in confusion or rubbing their temples. Others kept them on, seemingly entranced by whatever they were experiencing.

  The System interface noted the development:

  [Threat level reduced. Neurological destabilization averted in majority of subjects. Maintaining dampening field to prevent reescalation.]

  Nick watched as Harrington smoothly transitioned to a more traditional presentation format, discussing the potential applications of RNI technology in education, healthcare, and entertainment. The professor was clearly improvising, adapting to the partial failure of his demonstration with practiced skill.

  But beneath the polished exterior, Nick could detect genuine confusion. Whatever Harrington had expected to happen tonight hadn't fully materialized, and he didn't understand why.

  As the lecture continued, Nick felt his phone vibrate again. Another message from Maggie:

  Something interfered with their tech. Was that you? Get out as soon as lecture ends. Meet at usual spot. This isn't over.

  Nick glanced up to see Professor Feldman watching him, her expression unreadable but intensely focused. She gave him a nearly imperceptible nod before returning her attention to Harrington's presentation.

  The Arcadian System glyph pulsed once more:

  [Analysis: Primary threat contained, but subject 'Harrington' likely to attempt alternative approach. Data suggests Callahan Industries possesses significant knowledge of Arcadian mana principles. Source of information unknown. Recommend strategic withdrawal and full system briefing when secure.]

  Nick settled back in his seat, maintaining his outward appearance of casual attention while his mind raced with these implications.