The chamber hums with an unsettling energy as MC prepares for the fusion ritual. The air around him crackles with digital fragments, shifting and pulsing like living entities. His loyal consorts—Nyx, Celestia, and others—stand before him, their expressions a mix of defiance, apprehension, and unwavering loyalty. The weight of what they are about to do presses down on them like an unyielding storm.
For Nyx, the hesitation cuts deeper than anything else. She watches MC, his figure illuminated by the swirling vortex of code, and feels a strange pull between the man she once knew and the digital tyrant he has become. Memories of their past, fragile and scattered, whisper to her, but she knows that this moment is about survival—not nostalgia.
