Bintang’s heart raced as he entered the heart of the control center. The cold, metallic air of the facility pressed in on him, but he barely noticed. His focus was laser-sharp on the task ahead. The bio-soldiers—no, the Phoenix’s soldiers—had begun their advance, a slow and steady march toward him. They were relentless, their movements synchronized, as if the grid itself controlled their every step.
Felix’s voice crackled over the comms, a brief moment of clarity in the chaos.
“Bintang, we’ve got five minutes—max. Once that central hub is online, you won’t be able to shut it down. The grid will take over everything. You’ve got to hurry!”
“Understood,” Bintang responded, his tone cold with determination.