He raised both arms. The walls of Leo’s bedroom began to dissolve into raw code, replaced by the shattered streets of a Lego Manhattan. The battle had fully escaped the screen.

He scanned the floor. There, half-buried under a sock, was a single, special stud—golden, pulsing with heat. A stud.

He snatched it. The blueprint that appeared wasn’t for a weapon. It was for a phone. An old flip phone.

“Why would I—?” Leo started.