The golden light of the Colorado sun pierced through the thin curtains of the inn. Ethan sat at the edge of his bed, his eyes closed as Crul projected a detailed 3D map of the canyon's geology directly into his mind.
[Master, I have finalized the entry path. The most effective way to reach the matrix without raising alarms is through the tourist climbing zone. The town is famous for its rappelling routes. If you descend there, you will blend in perfectly with the thrill-seekers,] said Crul.
"Perfect. Let's head out. I want to see what these matrices are made of and why they were left to rot," Ethan said.
Ethan headed downstairs. The scent of fresh coffee and old wood filled the air. Helen was busy laying out clean linens on the tables, her movements graceful despite the visible fatigue in her eyes. When she saw him, her posture straightened, and a faint, genuine smile touched her lips.
"Good morning. I hope the bed was comfortable enough for you?" Helen said.
