Chapter 53 (2)
Author: Nightingale
last update2025-08-29 06:45:52

The sterile silence of the chamber stretched, thick and heavy, after Elian’s declaration. His words—sanitation protocol—hung in the processed air, a chillingly clinical term for what sounded like a desire for self-annihilation. Commander Vex stood frozen, his vengeful certainty derailed by the absolute lack of an enemy to fight. The man he wanted to punish was already doing a more thorough job of it than any execution ever could.

It was Councilor Aris who broke the silence. Her voice was quieter now, the crispness sanded away by a dawning, horrific curiosity. She took a single step forward, not a threat, but a movement of intense focus. She understood that the tactical data was just the surface. She needed the source code.

“The corruption,” she began, her eyes fixed on Elian’s hollowed-out face. “You keep saying the word. Not a virus. Not a flaw. Corruption. Define it. What is the nature of the entity you call ‘her’? What is Nyx?”

The name, spoken aloud in this sterile room, acted lik
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