The primary technological cathedral of Sector 3, buried deep beneath the concrete foundations of the Brooklyn docklands, had transitioned into a state of absolute, multi-dimensional calculation. The expansive subterranean chamber no longer just hummed with the standard blue or crimson light of the alchemical centrifuges. The entire space was bathed in a mesmerizing, deep gold-indigo illumination radiating from the newly active quantum terminals that were systematically downloading and processing the Vatican Archives—the hidden, five-hundred-year-old biological and supernatural logs surrendered by Cardinal Borgia under the crushing weight of his defeat.
The air inside was intensely crisp, carry a suffocatingly dense, majestic aroma of vaporized silver mint, concentrated moon-salts, and a h
