[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"Shut the feed down, Alistair! Now! I don't care if you have to axe the physical cables or melt the server racks. Stop the world from seeing that footage before the panic turns into a god-complex we can't control!"

Sofia’s voice didn't just carry across the bunker; it seemed to vibrate the very oxygen in the room. Her silver-gold eyes were no longer just a hue; they were a source of light, casting long, rhythmic shadows against the reinforced concrete walls. She stood at the center of the command hub, her chest heaving, her hands gripped so tightly around the edge of a metal table that the...