The room did not feel the same anymore.Before, everything had been chaotic, loud, unpredictable, like they were fighting something wild and unstable. But now, it felt… controlled. Too controlled. Like the system was no longer reacting randomly but watching them, waiting for them to make the next move.And that made it worse.Wilson stared at the highlighted section of the hub, his fingers hovering over his tablet again, but this time he was not rushing. He was careful. Slow. Thinking.“…It should not be showing us this,” he said quietly.Reika glanced at him.“Then why is it?” she asked.Wilson swallowed.“Because it is confident,” he said. “Or because it wants us to do something.”Beverly’s expression tightened.“Either way, it is a trap.”Davion did not look away from the glowing section.“Everything has been a trap,” he said. “That has not stopped us before.”Reika smirked faintly.“Then we walk into this one prepared.”Wilson shook his head.“No, no, no, I need to say this clearl

The crack did not close.That was the first thing Wilson noticed, and it was the only thing that mattered.He leaned forward so fast he almost knocked into the console, his eyes locked on the fractured section of the system like if he blinked it would disappear.“…It is still there,” he said, his voice low but sharp with disbelief. “It is not repairing.”Beverly stepped closer beside him, her expression tightening as she followed his gaze.“Show me,” she said.Wilson zoomed in, isolating the distortion within the deeper layer, and for the first time since this thing had become whole, the structure looked imperfect.Not chaotic.Not broken.But strained.Reika let out a quiet breath.“That is new,” she said.Davion’s eyes sharpened.“It is a weakness,” he said.The system pulsed.Harder this time.And the voice came again, but it was not as smooth as before.“You are causing disruption.”Wilson actually smiled.“Yeah,” he said. “That is the goal.”Beverly’s focus didn’t waver.“Keep pr