The data-crystal was a cold, humming heart in the center of the Global Unified Command. Screens displayed the terrifying knowledge within—star maps eaten by void, energy signatures of unmade worlds, the cold, mathematical analysis of a predator that fed on consciousness itself. The room was silent, the earlier relief of the alien fleet's retreat swallowed by the magnitude of the task ahead.
Luna worked with a focused, terrifying speed. Her fingers flew over interfaces, correlating the Council's data with Earth's own planetary resonance signatures. Maya and a team of witches were constructing a psychic lattice, a framework for the global mind to focus through. Dr. Chen and his scientists were mapping quantum harmonic frequencies. The goal: to craft the perfect "natural" echo to send back to the Void Devourers' query, using Earth itself as the instrument.
