Chapter 70: The Bellow Of The War
> "CODE RED! CODE RED! POSSIBLE INVASION. ESTIMATED ARRIVAL IN 8 MINUTES AND 30 SECONDS."
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Inside the shiny white conference room located deep beneath the central dome of Capital Sigma (the heart of the Perfect Society), a dozen high-ranking officials had gathered.
The walls glowed with soft white-blue light, and the table in the center was a long slab of obsidian steel, untouched by time. At the head of the room stood a statue, silent and revered, of a man holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other.
The Father of Perfection: The Architect.
Every official entering bowed slightly toward the statue, offering a wordless prayer or acknowledgment.
Even now, long after his disappearance, his presence still lingered. His contribution and ideology etched into their minds like scripture.
Director Amon, clad in his white uniform with silver trim glasses, sat at the head of the table, face pale but composed. His synthetic eyes flicked rapidly as he absorbed data streaming into his vision from internal implants.
"Report!" he barked.
A tall woman in a tight black suit stepped forward and said sharply:
"Director, seismic scans confirm a coordinated Spirit Pulse originating across the eastern quadrant of the Black Ocean. Preliminary data suggests the use of Phase Rifts—potentially hundreds of them."