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The two Shadow Collectors closed in, their energy suppressors humming menacingly. Nikos, cornered at the lighthouse base, knew escape wasn't an option. He instead hurled the wooden red box high, distracting

Nikos sprinted across the rooftops, leaping from one low warehouse to the next, the rhythmic thump of the hovercraft pursuing him. The powerful crimson beam from the Ember Orb fragment remained his compass,

Nikos shoved the loose vent cover aside and emerged onto the soot-stained roof of the factory, gulping down the cool night air. Below him, the industrial district was a grid of dark, silent shapes. He

The ruby fragment in Nikos's pocket felt like a warm coal against his hip, its energy subtly boosting his speed as he fled the Shadow Collector. The second tunnel was much rougher, sloping upwards and

Nikos landed hard on a pile of soft, dry earth, the impact jarring but harmless. The air in the underground passage was close and smelled strongly of minerals and damp stone. The red box was his only light

The cold, mechanical voice demanding the "Red Boy" turned Nikos's fear into a sharp, focused determination. He realized the chalk map on the floor, detailed in Elara's journal, was more than

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The small red door was locked, a heavy iron bolt sealing it shut. Nikos examined the lock, then pulled the glowing crimson box from his pocket. He held it up, and the focused beam of red light intensified,

Nikos held the crimson box, its weight a surprising comfort in his palm. It was smooth to the touch, with no visible hinges or seams. He turned it over and over, his brow furrowed in concentration, but

Nikos, with a shock of fiery red hair that mirrored his energetic spirit, was a boy who saw the world in vivid hues. His favorite color was, predictably, red – the color of adventure, speed, and the juicy

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