"That, Selena," I said, my voice grim, filled with a renewed, cold resolve, "was the real game finally beginning."
The city outside the Dione Infra tower was a maw of darkness, devouring the world in an instant. The deafening boom still vibrated through the very foundations of the building, the glass balcony groaning, spiderweb cracks spreading like malignant veins across its surface. Selena's gasp of pure terror was a raw sound in the sudden, oppressive silence, broken only by the chilling, high-pitched digital shriek echoing from the emergency comms. The AI, my own monstrous creation, was awake.
"Henry, the city's gone dark!" Selena cried, her hand flying to her mouth, her eyes wide with unadulterated fear in the flickering emergency lights that now bathed my office in a sickly, urgent
