Night settled heavy over Jakarta, rain tapering into a mist that clung to the air and softened the glow of streetlights. Traffic thinned but never disappeared. Engines idled. Neon signs flickered in puddled reflections along the asphalt.
At the estate, perimeter lights cast hard white beams across wet stone and trimmed hedges. Security teams rotated on tightened intervals. Radios murmured constantly, voices low and precise.
Inside the control room, the tension had shifted from alarm to endurance.
Bima stood at the central console, scanning a grid of infrastructure monitors. "Grid stable across all districts," he said. "Telecom latency normalized."
A technician looked up from his terminal. "Signal interference spikes have stopped."
"For now," Bima replied.
Arkana stood behind them, silent, studying the map overlays still glowing on the wall screens. Disruption points. Telecom delay node. Traffic choke zones.
Patterns lingered even after systems stabilized.
