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Noah and Kelvin moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, their steps light against the academy's sleek flooring. Kelvin's device—a custom-built, holographic interface strapped to his wrist—emitted a faint, pulsing glow as it guided them forward. The digital breadcrumbs left behind by the serpent code had turned into a full-fledged trail, and Kelvin was practically buzzing with excitement.

"Oh, this is beautiful," Kelvin muttered, his fingers tapping away at the floating projections. "Whoever this is—they're not just some amateur script kiddie. This is high-level stuff. The way they hid their tracks? Genius. It's like they built a honeycomb of fake proxies, bouncing signals off different server nodes—like a damn ghost in the machine."

Noah, walking beside him, frowned. "English, Kelvin."