The eightieth floor of the Chronos Spire was completely filled with white gold light.
Vahn Ryker stood completely still. His dark combat jacket stood out greatly against the bright room.
He did not draw his Soul Bound Shadow Blade. He just kept his hands resting casually in his pockets, staring at the glowing projection of the Alien AI.
[System Key localization confirmed.]
[Terrestrial interference bypassed.]
[Initiating immediate extraction of the Vessel.]
The mechanical voice did not echo through the room. Instead, it vibrated directly within the base code of Vahn's neural link. It was a cold and absolute command from the engine that governed the Galactic Arena.
Vahn's expression did not shift into panic. The robotic detachment he used to survive the lower floors completely vanished, replaced by a terrifying and deeply human fury.
