From publisher blurb:
Research Station Selzara drifts at the edge of known space. A station on a dead rock in the Tail. A black-site too classified to abandon, too expensive to save.
Then the crew went silent.
Their last transmission made no sense. Phantoms in the walls. Missing hours. Voices where no one stood.
House Neilus sent a probe. It found life support online. Systems functional. No alarms. No answers.
They called it routine. Just noise from a dying station.
The Heroes arrive to finalize a simple transfer. Sign some forms. Verify inventory. Hand it all over to Lord Kairon Vas—a psionisto with too much money and too many secrets.
It was never supposed to be a nightmare.
But Selzara is wrong.
The crew is gone. Not dead. Not alive. Twisting. Twitching. Hollowed out and used. Vas stripped their minds clean, leaving only scraps.
At the heart of it all—the Mind Vault. A monstrous lattice of stolen thoughts and shattered souls. A monument to Vas’s hunger.
Vas isn’t a man anymore. Not really. Every soul he devours unravels him further. Stretching him into something vast. Alien. Unstoppable.
The Heroes must find the truth. Secure the evidence. Escape before Vas pulls them in too.
If they have the nerve, they might try to sever him from the Mind Vault. Kill him before he ascends. Or tear their own minds apart trying.
Even if they win, they’ll never leave whole.
If they fail, Vas becomes the storm.
A sentient plague riding the psychic winds.
The Mind Vault Protocol is a high-stakes psionika scenario—AI corruption, neural experimentation, and existential dread twisted into a sci-fi thriller where reality bends and the boundary between self and other dissolves.