Kael stared at his now-dead Admin panel, which somehow, despite its lifeless state, screamed the new, terrifying warnings directly into his mind. Self-Destruct Protocol. 300 seconds.
Lyra looked at him, her face draining of all color, her eyes wide with fresh, absolute horror as she felt the tremors, heard the distant, agonizing groan of a dying world. "Kael… what's happening?! What did you do?!" Her voice was a strangled gasp, filled with a terror that clawed at Kael's own rapidly fading consciousness.
The throne room, once a symbol of Nyx's absolute power, was now simply collapsing. Fissures of raw, emerald code ripped through the obsidian floor, spreading like veins of poison. The very air shrieked, a sound of tearing data, and from above, large chunks of the ceiling began to pixelate
