Machine Control, a personal skill originating from the Mechanized Draconic God. It was an ability capable of controlling technology with a mere thought, dangerous and destructive in the wrong hands.
When Damien closed his eyelids, he tapped into every data node throughout the city of Los Angeles, targeting public and private data centers. It wasn't a quiet infiltration, but a siege.
Somewhere on the West Coast, alarms blared as a federal facility was being breached by an unknown party. Soldiers marched towards the gates while personnel uncovered the suspect.
Behind computers, IT specialists and security experts were scouring their databases for any changes or stolen files. The search didn't take long as a specialist halted.
He looked at the others, his face dumbfounded. "The bastard copied everything from the lowest to the highest level of confidentiality."
