The central command room of Sanctum Prime was a hive of frantic activity. Holographic blueprints spun in the air, glowing with bright blue and urgent crimson light.
Thousands of Zenith Vanguard engineers rushed between server banks, shouting complex mathematical formulas and spatial coordinates.
In the center of the chaos stood Zestia. She wore her imperial combat uniform, her eyes darting across a massive projection of a weapon currently under construction in the planetary orbit.
The heavy metallic doors of the command room hissed open.
Complete silence instantly fell over the room. The engineers stopped shouting. The data analysts froze at their stations.
Every single person in the room dropped to one knee, bowing their heads in absolute reverence.
Neo walked through the doors. His footsteps echoed off the polished obsidian floor. The faint, terrifying aura of golden hellfire and silver light still clung to his clothes, distorting the air around him like a mirage.
