Kaelen smiled. “That was the plan.”
The codec began to rewrite reality, one macroblock at a time.
The last uncorrupted archive sat deep inside the Citadel, a fortress of black glass and obsolete servers. Outside, the Noise ate through frequencies — every video feed, every memory file, pixel by pixel.
“You found me,” she said. “Now the Citadel will fall.”
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