Chapter 21: Ghosts in the Machine

One Month Later

The Underbelly was no longer just a hideout—it was a battleground in waiting.

In the month since Gabriel's acceptance into the Red Hand, he had trained relentlessly. He studied Phantom Code, sparred with rebels, and learned how the resistance used hacked Federation tech to survive. Every day was a test. Every moment, an opportunity to push himself beyond the System's control.

But he wasn't the only one adapting.

The Federation was moving.

Gabriel's Training: Mastering Phantom Code

Gabriel sat at a dimly lit workstation deep in the rebel tech lab, his fingers flying over a holographic terminal.

Lines of corrupted Federation code flickered across the display—normal System data, twisted and broken until it became invisible to the very machine that created it. Phantom Code.

"Slow down," said Elias, the young Red Hand hacker guiding him. "You can't just brute-force it like Federation encryption. Phantom Code isn't about hacking the System—it's about tricking it into ignoring you."

Gabriel exhaled, adjusting his approach. He focused on the patterns, the loopholes, the spaces where the System's omniscient gaze blurred.

Bit by bit, he injected fragments of Phantom Code into his own System interface. The usual warning messages flickered… then disappeared.

Elias grinned. "You just made yourself a ghost, my friend."

Gabriel flexed his fingers, feeling an eerie lightness. The System no longer registered his presence.

He had become a glitch.

And if he could do this to himself… what else could he rewrite?

The Federation's Response

Miles above, in the floating capital of Neo-Terra, a war council convened.

A holographic surveillance feed hovered over the table, showing a grainy, infrared image of Gabriel fighting in the Trial of Shadows. The Red Hand may have thought they were hidden, but the Federation had eyes everywhere.

A woman clad in black-and-silver exosuit armor leaned forward. Commander Lysara Voss—one of the Federation's most ruthless enforcers. Her expression was unreadable, but her golden cybernetic eye zoomed in on Gabriel's face.

"This one is different," she mused. "He shouldn't exist outside the System's control."

A deep voice rumbled from the other side of the room. "Then he's a threat."

Seated in the shadows was Director Kalen Vos, one of the Federation's high-ranking officials. He was an older man, his face lined with the weight of ruthless decisions.

Voss turned to him. "The Red Hand has always been a nuisance. But this boy… this 'Gabriel'… If he is what I suspect, then he is more than just a rebel."

She glanced at the display again. "He is a deviation."

Vos exhaled slowly. "Then we crush him before he spreads."

He gestured to the hologram, which now displayed a tactical map of the Underbelly. Federation troops—elite Blackguard units—were already being deployed.

Voss's lips curled into a smirk. "Let's see how well a ghost can survive when the entire system is hunting him."

The Storm Begins

Back in the Underbelly, Gabriel stood atop a rusted metal platform, overlooking the sprawling ruins of the rebellion's domain. He had finally begun to understand Phantom Code, bending the System's laws in ways even the rebels hadn't dreamed of.

But he had an uneasy feeling in his gut.

Something was coming.

And when it did—he'd be ready.