Ethan reverted to his human form with a heavy exhale, feeling the Void Amethyst plates retract beneath his skin. The floor of the command room was littered with corpses, shattered weapons, and pools of warm blood.
Without wasting a second, he strode toward the central console. The main display flickered with red emergency runes as sirens continued to echo throughout the bunker.
"Do your magic, Crul," Ethan murmured, resting his palm on the terminal's crystal.
[Initiating neural and mana link... Bypassing Golden Dragon Empire security protocols... Access granted!], Crul's voice echoed in his mind. [Taking full control of the fortress core.]
Instantly, the roar of the mana cannons on the surface came to a halt. The automated turrets aligned their barrels toward the sky and powered down one by one, plunging the ramparts into silence.
Through his earpiece, Vaelen's voice crackled through once more, filled with relief.
