The infinite white room of the planetary core was entirely devoid of sound, warmth, or empathy. It was a place built for sterile calculations and the flawless execution of cosmic law.
Valeria stood directly in front of the glowing pedestal. Her digital avatar, dressed in the flowing violet and silver logic of the Chief Librarian, cast absolutely no shadow on the pristine floor. Beside her, Ignis kept his golden hands firmly anchored to the blue digital bridge, his emerald eyes rapidly tracking the countdown clock of the apocalypse.
"Forty five seconds until manual planetary deletion," Ignis reported. His metallic voice lacked its usual calm resonance. "The Architect fleet is currently aligning their primary formatting cannons in the upper atmosphere. We are entirely out of time, Commander."
