The ground shook beneath their feet. The walls trembled as if the whole chamber was alive, breathing, and ready to tear itself apart. The Neural Nexus Core was no longer just a machine, it was a storm given shape. Its hum grew louder and louder, swelling into a roar so powerful it rattled their bones.

In the center of that storm stood Andrew. His face glowed in the blinding light, half angel, half demon. His smile was too wide, too full of triumph and madness.

“You see, brother?” he shouted, his voice almost drowned out by the Core’s scream. “This is true power! No more doubts. No more noise. No...