The descent from Floor 12 wasn't a journey; it was a **stampede**.
The elevator shafts couldn't hold us. The "Administrative" laws of gravity couldn't contain us. Led by Fenris and the Silver Moon Pack, a thousand "Archived Assets" tore through the floorboards, falling like a multi-genre avalanche toward the base of the MegaNoel Spire.
I fell through the dark, my violet Luna-shimmer illuminating the faces of the rebels around me. I saw the rusted knight clinging to a support beam; I saw a cybernetic assassin from a "Cancelled" 2099 thriller diving through the static.
"Silas!" I yelled over the roar of rushing air. "The 'Distribution Hub'! If we hit the 'Mainframe', we can't just stop the show—we have to 'Lease' the signal to the people!"
"I'm already 'Ghosting' the frequency!" Silas sh
