Nox felt the second node go down, a tremor that shook the entire engineering sector. 'That's her. One left.'
He moved through the ship, his Void Gaze guiding him toward the weapons sector. The resistance was heavier now. The ship knew it was being attacked from within. Praetorian guards were everywhere.
But Nox was not the same fighter who had struggled against the first one. He had consumed its data, its power. He knew their weaknesses.
He met them not with brute force, but with a cold, brutal cunning. He used his newly-consumed Puppet Strings skill to turn them against each other. He used his Shadow Weaving to become a ghost, a phantom that struck from the darkness and was gone before they could even react.
He was not just a warrior anymore. He was an infestation. A virus in their perfect, logical machine.
