Vyne pulled back with a sharp exhale, his chest rising and falling as sweat dotted his temple. "Alright. Phase one done. Now…"
His voice carried a dangerous edge as he strode across the room, each step deliberate and heavy against the cold floor.
The chair scraped as he dropped into it, his body coiling like a predator preparing to strike.
Multiple monitors flickered to life around him, their blue glow washing over his angular features and casting shadows that made his expression look almost demonic.
His fingers attacked the keyboard with practiced fury, streams of numbers and glyphs cascading across the screens in a digital waterfall.
The room filled with the rapid-fire clicking of keys, a symphony of rebellion being orchestrated by hands that had never known defeat.
Blazar wrapped her arms around herself, her shirt offering little comfort against the chill that seemed to seep from the very walls.
