Chapter 33: The Abyssal Exit
The siren wasn't a sound anymore; it was a physical vibration that rattled the marrow in my bones. It was the Scuttling Protocol—the sound of a multi-billion-dollar corporation cutting its losses by burying them under the Pacific Ocean. “The structural integrity is dropping!” Anchor roared, his voice barely audible over the groaning of the massive steel beams overhead. He grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me away from the cooling server racks. “Nian, we have to move! The sea-wall at the Koto terminal just blew. We have less than ten minutes before this entire sector becomes an aquarium!” I looked at the boy—The Overseer. He was still slumped in his glass throne, his breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. The violet light in his eyes had dimmed to a soft, flickering pulse. He looked sm
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