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hapter 77: The Whisper Protocol
Author: Wonderful65
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The moment Kingsley vanished, the chamber plunged into silence an eerie, unnatural quiet that pressed in on Evelyn like a vice.

The Dominion Core stood frozen mid-motion, its obsidian form glitching at the edges. Data bled from it in tendrils of shimmering code, flickering like dying embers in the air.

Whatever Evelyn had triggered, the Genesis Code, the neural backlash, it had shocked the system.

But it wouldn’t last, She scrambled to her feet, lungs burning, mind spinning. She wasn’t sure if she was even in full control of her own body anymore. The residual feedback from linking into the Core had left a residue not just pain, but presence.

Like someone or something was still watching through her eyes, She didn’t stop to think. She ran.

The corridors outside the chamber twisted and warped. The digital architecture of the facility was collapsing. Dominion, wounded and unstable, was rewriting reality in raw panic.

Doors opened into walls, Stairwells dropped into black voids, Security b
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