POV: SERGEANT BRAVO ㅤ Floor 80 felt like we were climbing into the belly of a dying god. The walls of the service shaft were no longer just metal; they were covered in a pulsating, obsidian-like membrane that bled blue light every time the tower’s main frequency thrummed. ㅤ "Bravo... stop," Jace gasped, his hand gripping the ladder so hard his knuckles were white. "The air... it’s vibrating." ㅤ I felt it too. It wasn't just a sound. It was a physical pressure that pushed against my eardrums and made the fluid in my eyes dance. Every pulse from the tower was trying to align our heartbeats with the machine. ㅤ [ Jace: My deck is reporting a 90% atmospheric saturation of the Zero-Sum frequency. If we don't plug the drive in within the next forty minutes, our neural maps will be overwri

