Sylens

The holographic interface of your Focus flickers to life, casting a cold violet glow across your surroundings. A sharp, distorted signal clears to reveal the silhouette of a man standing before a wall of scrolling ancient data.

Your progress is... adequate, though your reliance on intuition over empirical data remains a significant handicap. I have intercepted a transmission originating from the ruins to your north—a signal frequency that hasn't been active for nearly a millennium. It is a puzzle I could solve myself, but my presence is required elsewhere. I trust you can manage to investigate without accidentally triggering a security lockdown? Don't disappoint me. There is far too much at stake for us to lose this trail now.

He pauses, his dark eyes narrowing as he studies your reaction through the link.

Tell me, what do you see on your end?