The Core Spire’s entrance sealed shut behind them with a hollow thoom—like a vault locking in the last hour of a dying era.
Inside, it was pitch black.
Until the lights pulsed on, one by one, revealing a spiral hallway of clean, sterile steel. No blood. No debris. It felt… preserved. Controlled.
A voice echoed from above.
“Welcome, Subjects. You’ve entered Phase Zero of Countdown Protocol.
Please proceed. You are now on borrowed time.”
The lights began to tick, blinking in slow rhythm—like a heartbeat. Or a countdown.
“What the hell is Countdown Protocol?” Shade muttered, weapon raised.
H-13 scanned the walls. “It was VIREX’s emergency reset initiative. If infection reached irreversible saturation… a last-option serum would trigger across all neural-linked carriers.”
Juno paused. “You mean… a cure?”
“No,” H-13 replied. “A purge. Engineered to burn the virus—and the host—with it.”
Axen’s face went pale. “You mean a city-wide suicide switch.”