Ethan knelt smoothly onto the cold, dusty stone floor of the central chamber. He carefully picked up his heavy brass calipers and a silver clamp, tapping the ground at various intervals with a look of intense concentration.
Behind him, the Vice Sect Leader and the General watched his every movement with bated breath, captivated by the theatrical precision of the young doctor.
In total reality, Ethan had zero knowledge of high-tier formation mechanics. His hand´s was simply resting flat against the primary node, serving as a physical conduit for his hidden AI core.
[Master, I have successfully bypassed the outermost firewall of the local array,] Crul's voice echoed calmly inside his mind, sounding entirely natural yet structured within his thoughts. [However, to forcefully override the subterranean security lock without shattering the integrity of the vault below, I require a massive influx of pure, high-density energy to recalibrate the local nexus.]
