Silence, congealed into biting frost.
The next second, the frost was shattered by roaring alarms! A sharp, icy, composite klaxon—sounding like millions of surgical scalpels scraping against brainstem nerves—pierced the Processing Hub's ultra-thick energy-absorption barriers and deep isolation force fields, exploding throughout the grand hemispheric hall. The sound seemed like an abyss's fury, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a forced, hoarse strain; every swell felt like a dying, desperate struggle, drilling straight into the deepest perception circuits of every entity present.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Chapter 50