Chapter 41 Burn The Code

• The only thing more dangerous than a perfect copy… is the broken one that doesn’t know it’s broken. The ground beneath Caelon groaned like a dying titan. The blast vaults ruptured. Steam hissed. Steel screamed. Layla watched from the control tower as twenty malformed units rose from the depths — twisted versions of Eron’s face, incomplete, unstable, soaked in genetic glitches and tactical rage. No symmetry. No elegance. Just fury and code rot. Gavik stared at the screen.
• “Those aren’t soldiers,” he muttered.
• “They’re memories that rotted in the dark.”