The lab was alive with an eerie hum as Zhi Yi’s voice resonated through the speakers, echoing off the cold metal walls. Bintang’s heart raced, but his mind stayed focused. He could feel it—this wasn’t just about stopping a madman. This was about ending a cycle that had bled through decades, reshaping the very fabric of Southeast Asia’s power structures.
Zhi Yi’s silhouette emerged from the shadows, a figure draped in shadows, his presence exuding calm but with an undercurrent of menace. His eyes gleamed with an unnatural light, a reflection of his obsession with the Phoenix Protocol.
“So, you found it,” Zhi Yi’s voice was laced with quiet satisfaction. “The very source of the revolution you fear. But you don’t understand—this isn’t just a scientific experiment. This is the future.”
Sebastian clenched his fists, stepping forward. “Your ‘future’ is built on chaos. You’ve manipulated everything to make yourself a god.”