Chapter 518 Ghost Frame Sigma 04
Fitran's steps are now almost silent. The space in front of him has no floor in the usual sense; he walks on a surface of light, as if dancing on waves of data frozen in eternal silence. In an atmosphere enveloped by a million whispers and quiet, light vibrates around him, creating an illusion of movement that defies the laws of physics. Each of his steps is like a gentle touch on the surface of water, reflected in flowing patterns of information, like an invisible river, winding and mysterious.
He has passed the Protocol of Awareness. He has become an accepted meaning, formed from millions of codes, but not fully understood.
With each passing second, he increasingly feels the weight of the noisy responses, voices that seem endless, creating a symphony of codes trapped in a web of uncertainty that haunts.
And before him now lies:
The Core Space of Deus.
There are no large machines humming, No grand thrones, No sparkling crystal cores or beating mechanical hearts.
In the silence that envelops, Fitran feels a subtle vibration in the air, as if the space itself is breathing, holding buried secrets, awakening a deep curiosity.
Only one thing:
An empty frame.
Flat, with a dull old metal surface. Almost like a mirror without reflection, waiting to reveal a hidden story.
The invisible reflection, yet the aura of mystery embraces the frame, radiating a nuance that comes from a distant world. Uncertainty hangs in the air, creating a feeling that is both extraordinary and terrifying.