"This isn't just about disturbing systems anymore," Henry stated, his voice a low, hard rumble, his eyes dark with a chilling certainty that settled deep in his bones. "They're attacking truth itself. And if truth dies, everything else follows."
The holographic map, once a comforting tapestry of interconnectedness, now pulsed with malignant red tendrils, each one a lie, quantum-authenticated into perceived reality. Days had bled into an exhausting blur since the Aurora attack, a relentless cycle of damage control and forensic analysis. The physical wounds to Vance Corp’s trans-Pacific cable network were healing, the internal Arkan infection from the Delta-Seven prototype contained, yet the deeper, more insidious injury festered: the theft of the prototype itself, now the heart of Chimera’
