The harsh, strobing yellow light of the warning klaxons turned the laboratory into a fragmented nightmare.
The immediate threat of the cyborg hounds was dead on the floor, but the room itself was waking up to finish the job. An automated, synthetic voice echoed from hidden speakers, devoid of any System magic. It was old-world analog, cold and indifferent.
[Pre-Integration Black Site: Biological Purge Initiated. Cleansing Unauthorized Lifeforms.]
Industrial, grinding gears echoed in the ceiling as thick iron vents began to spiral open, preparing to flood the room with a lethal, aerosolized countermeasure.
Will was running on barren fumes. He didn't have the mana to shield them, and he certainly didn't have the energy to fight a room-wide defense grid. He lunged for the main command console on the raised dais. He slammed his palm flat against the corroded terminal, forcing the Sovereign's Core-Band on his wrist to violently interface with the ancient tech.
