The cavern vibrated with the raw, untamed frequency of the Amber-Norton. Unlike the clinical precision of the Aegis-built prototype, this machine was a beast of the Deep-Net’s primordial code. The golden light radiating from its core didn't just illuminate the Dark-Code Den; it physically pushed back the sickly violet fog, carving a sanctuary of warmth in the middle of the Shadow-Wolves' nest.
"The terrain?" The Shadow-Wolf leader mocked, his voice a distorted glitch. He signaled the three riders flanking him. "She’s a scavenger. Tear the gold from her bones."
The three Shadow-Wolves surged forward, their skeletal bikes emitting high-frequency shrieks designed to shatter digital constructs. But they were prepared for a Ghost, not a Forest. As they closed in, I didn't evade. I tapped into
