The Obsidian Tower began to groan—a deep, tectonic sound of structural metal twisting and reinforced glass cracking under the immense pressure of the cooling servers. Above us, the high-security server rooms were exploding in a chain reaction, the silver virus overloading the delicate circuits far beyond their physical breaking point. The ceiling began to shed dust and plaster, and the massive chandeliers swayed like pendulums in a storm.
I reached the dead centre of the raised dais, my hands glowing with a blinding white light that lit up the darkness of the city below like a second sun. I could feel Leo and Liam’s energy reaching a dangerous peak in my mind; their violet fire was merging with my silver to create a massive vortex of pure, unadulterated power that the building could no l
