The holographic sphere of the universal terminal pulsed with a violent, jagged crimson light, casting sharp, bleeding shadows against the transparent celestial metal of the Spire's observatory.
Chloe stared at the massive, sprawling breaches forming on the absolute edge of the cosmic map. The System had been a cruel, automated dictator, but it had maintained a rigid, mathematical order. This crimson frequency was the exact opposite. It was a complete, chaotic unravelling of localized physics.
"They aren't registering as anomalies," Ren analyzed, his platinum-ringed eyes completely illuminated by the corrupted data stream. His frictionless voice remained an absolute, perfectly calm constant amidst the shrieking of the universal alarms.
