Several hours ago.
Inside the supreme system's backend...
A vast, incomprehensible void stretched endlessly in all directions. It was neither space nor void, neither digital nor divine; it was something in between yet something beyond.
The system's spirit. A shiny, white, orb-like astral projection flickered around an enclosed space, carrying out the normal functions of the supreme system and inspecting its own operations.
Golden sigils and mysterious symbols floated everywhere around it, forming intricate patterns and mechanisms. They rotated slowly, interlocking and separating in an endless sea, each carrying fragments of laws that governed reality itself.
The system spirit was now working around a small green sigil, which represented the mental link established by William. The sigil shimmered faintly, like a fragile thread connecting two vastly different planes.
It coordinated several visual and auditory inputs and calibrated everything again, ensuring smooth functioning.
