Noah settled cross-legged atop the stadium dome, ignoring Storm's impatient wing-fluttering and Nyx's low growl of concern. Three minutes remained before detonation. Not much time to save a city sector, but perhaps enough for someone who could think at his level of processing speed.
'Alright, let's establish what we know,' Noah thought, eyes closed as he mentally cataloged the facts. 'Thermobaric device with beast core crystal power source. Quantum-entangled detonators with redundant triggers. Tampering causes immediate detonation. Blast radius approximately 4.7 kilometers.'
He visualized the bomb's structure, recalling Kelvin's frustrated descriptions. The quantum-entangled detonators were particularly problematic—they weren't just connected; they existed in a state of superposition. Attempt to disable one, and all would trigger simultaneously through quantum collapse.
'Option one: destroy the trigger system before detonation.'
