The holographic screen before Siska trembled violently, radiating a searing orange glow that stabbed at her eyes. A week had passed since Rian claimed global authority, yet the echoes of that day still lingered like an open wound inside the Noob Slayer headquarters. Within the "Dead Zone," now lined with countless monitoring instruments, the air felt static and frigid, as if the laws of physics themselves were holding their breath."Can you lower the decrypter’s intensity, Anton? The frequency is starting to mess with my heartbeat," Siska asked without taking her eyes off the endless stream of scrolling code."Sorry, Sis. But the data from what’s left of the Architect is stubborn. The harder we push, the harder it fights back," replied Anton, one of their best analysts, wiping sweat from his forehead. "This isn’t normal encryption. It’s like... organic code trying to heal itself."Siska rubbed her exhausted face. The dark circles beneath her eyes were proof of countless sleepless nigh