"Who told you that you could look at my private access codes?" Zeldin roared into the empty room, his voice echoing like thunder against the black glass stacks.
The sound of his fury seemed to vibrate through the very foundations of the Obsidian Vault. Rea huddled closer to the cold metal pillar, her breath hitching in her chest as the red warning lights reflected in the wide, terrified pools of her eyes. Zeldin did not look at her. His focus was entirely consumed by the digital chaos unfolding on the main interface. The unknown intruder was not merely browsing; they were carving through his defensive layers with the precision of a surgeon, systematically stripping away the layers of privacy that maintained his absolute control over the city.
He tapped a sequence into the console, his
