Nora's heart pounded in her chest as she activated her system.
"Identify threat."
The familiar, cool glow of her interface flared to life, scanning her surroundings with mechanical precision.
A faint hum vibrated through her senses as the system processed the request.
Normally, within seconds, she would receive a detailed report—threat level, power class, even a brief combat analysis.
But this time…
A cold, unfamiliar message flashed across her screen:
[Classified. Insufficient authority to access information.]
Her breath caught in her throat.
'What the hell? Why is the system behaving like this? Just who can make the system act like this? As far as the reports go, this place should not have a high-profile awakener.'
A chill ran down her spine.
No matter how dangerous the opponent, she had never seen this message before.
Her system had always been her edge—analyzing and predicting enemy patterns, giving her the information she needed to survive.
Why now?
