It’s 1914, and I’ve spent my life chasing whispers. At the Smithsonian, they call me a dreamer—worse, a fool. My grandfather searched for Atlantis. So did I. And now, holding the Shepherd’s Journal, I’m not just proving him right… I’m standing in the ruins of a city that never fell.\n\nThe Ulysses is gone. Most of the crew with it. We barely made it through the leviathan’s lair. Now, surrounded by crumbling towers and glowing crystals, I meet her—Princess Kida. Her eyes are ancient, yet she looks no older than me. She speaks without words, and somehow, I understand.\n\n‘You are the Reader,’ she says. ‘We have waited.’\n\nBehind me, Rourke tightens his grip on his rifle. I see the calculation in his eyes. This isn’t discovery. It’s conquest.\n\nKida reaches for my hand. ‘Will you help us remember?’\n\nThe city breathes around us. The ground hums. And I know—this moment defines everything.