David stood at the center of the combat command room, his body clad in armor adorned with sacred crimson-gold patterns, emanating an undeniable aura of authority.
His gaze sharp as blades, deep enough to seemingly pierce through all hidden secrets in the void.
He slowly turned to Cynthia, his voice steady and firm, "Cynthia, any new discoveries?"
Cynthia nodded lightly, her eyes as calm and clear as glacial ice reflecting the complex flow of data on the holographic projection.
"Commander, I've pinpointed the location where the virus '归零者' is hiding—the data space called the 'Mirror Plane.'"
As she spoke, a maze-like region of hazy distortion, intertwined with light and shadow, appeared on the hologram.
"Mirror Plane…" David frowned slightly, understanding it's a highly unusual and dangerous data domain.
