The battlefield was a war-torn abyss of digital chaos and bloodshed. Skies rippled with glitches, the land fractured between reality and code, and MC stood at the center, his crimson eyes surveying the destruction. His dominion, once an unshakable empire, was crumbling.
The Architect's final weapon had been unleashed: a self-replicating virus designed to sever MC's control over his forces. And it was working.
His once-loyal minions convulsed, eyes flickering between devotion and rebellion. Some fell to their knees, screaming as the virus ate away at their connection to him. Others, freed from his grasp, turned their weapons against their former master.
A lieutenant, one of MC's strongest subjugates, snarled as his allegiance broke. "You… You made us slaves! No more!"
MC's gaze hardened. With a flick of his wrist, tendrils of corrupted data surged from his fingers, impaling the traitor and rewriting his code. But for every one he reclaimed, two more slipped away.
