The night air within the central administrative corridor rumbled with deep seismic tremors that vibrated through the plaster walls.
Dust cascaded from the fluorescent light fixtures as dark purple mana veins pulsed across the tiled ceiling in steady intervals.
Inside the command annex, Vasa tapped furiously on her keyboard, monitoring a cascading stream of system diagnostics and audio channels.
"The warden has initiated a loop broadcast across every emergency receiver in the math and gymnasium wings," the frost specialist reported with urgent focus.
"He is splicing Nox's admission with fabricated audio logs to convince the gym survivors that an execution squad is coming for them."
"He is trying to force Owen's seventy civilian survivors to rush our barricades in panic," the dark-haired striker analyzed, tightening her weapon belt.
"If the gym survivors charge our lines, it will create absolute chaos right before our planned breach."
