Juri broke through the fifth layer in the first thirty seconds. Aethelard’s encryption key, which I designed ten years ago, now became its vulnerability. Revenge must be rooted in solid logic. “Layer five surpassed. Full access obtained! Critical Kardioplegia V4.1 data is now being deleted,” Juri announced with a small sense of euphoria.
As the server lights turned light blue, the color of deleted data, I felt a small victory in my heart. Within seconds, Dahlia was genetically safe. The burden of the past crisis I carried was slowly being resolved.
Then, a voice cut through the server’s noise. Not Juri. A cold voice. Calm. Melodious. Freezing every inch of skin on my neck. A transmission coming directly through the small, hidden server speaker, a woman's voice transmission, presented wit
