You shouldn’t be working on that anymore

From that point on, things got a lot simpler—mainly because someone was leading Ethan.

He trailed behind a group of Awakeners, walking for about twenty minutes before a massive structure loomed ahead.

The building was pristine white, its core made of alloy. Drones circled the exterior, and surveillance cameras covered every angle, leaving no blind spots.

At the entrance, two cybernetic guards stood watch, their eyes glowing green as they scanned the surroundings with mechanical precision.

And that wasn't all. The security measures were intense.

Facial recognition, retinal scans, even blood tests—every precaution was taken to ensure no unidentified entities slipped through. After all, many zombies and parasitic creatures had evolved to mimic humans, infiltrating wherever they could.

But against this level of security? They'd be out of luck.

Ethan, however, was a different story.