Elara was already strapping into the Synthesis Rig , a prototype that had never been tested on a human. “The TSF wasn’t built to guard the wall,” she said, locking her helmet. “It was built to walk through it.”
“We’re the Forefront .”
For six months, the Foundation had been losing the race. A rogue anomaly—designated Cinder —was consuming the outer layers of their protective chrono-weave. If it breached the Forefront, the cascade would not just destroy Geneva; it would rewrite the last two centuries of causality. tsf forefront