Me... - Nrx_sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis,

"I’m going in manually," I said, stepping toward the core.

"Static," Mensia replied, her hand hovering near the pulse-grid override. "But the guards are moving toward the sublevel. We’re running out of shadows." NRX_Sasha Paige, Sofa Weber, Mensia Francis, Me...

Sofa hit the final sequence, and the room turned a deep, warning crimson. "Now!" he shouted. "I’m going in manually," I said, stepping toward the core

The data was gone. The world was about to wake up, and though we were still trapped in the dark of the lab, the NRX era was officially over. We’re running out of shadows

Sasha caught my arm. Her expression was a mix of warning and unwavering trust. "If you plug in now, the feedback loop will hit you before the upload finishes. You won’t have a way out."

Sasha didn't blink. "Then we don't use the front door. Mensia, how’s the perimeter?"