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I flipped it open and carried it onto the bed disregarding my stomachs protests …my digestive system apparently got bored and wanted to join in. A defiant act against the pervasive secrecy of the mansion the glowing screen felt like a portal. After taking a deep breath I typed my first prohibited search term into the search bar: The Crimson Order. I then cracked my knuckles like a seasoned hacker or a frustrated novelist. A dizzying array of results appeared instantly from the internet a glorious chaotic beast. The majority were pixelated fuzzy images speculative theories and forum discussions. The crackpot conspiracy websites were tempting but I needed facts not fan fiction about extraterre

It began to turn into a giant, scrolling screen of red text. [SYSTEM ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED BIOMASS DETECTED. APPLYING HOTFIX_01.] The first seed has sprouted, but the Architects have launched a "Physical Hotfix"—a global atmospheric rewrite designed to wipe the "Glitched" survivors off the map once and for all. The war for the Real has just entered the "Update" phase.

The firewall held. Kael was drowning in red light. The 14-B Ledger was adapting, its geometric shards closing around him like a trap. [ERROR: BIOMETRIC ANOMALY. THE ADMIN CARRIES THE FREQUENCY OF THE MOTHER. INITIATING: MEMORY CORRUPTION.] The 14-B harvested his love, ripping images of Aria from his code—the way her hair felt in the rain, the sound of her laugh before the river. It tried to hollow him out into a shell of compliance.

He would see me. "Aria," Maya said. "Look at the screen. Look at the error code. What does it say?" I leaned in, squinting at the small text in the corner. ERROR 404: BIOMETRIC PROFILE CORRUPTED. "Corrupted?" I whispered. "Someone is tampering with the file," Maya said. "Someone tried to brute force it and damaged the reference file." "Mark," I spat. "His hackers." "Okay, listen to me," Maya said. "There is a failsafe. Your father always had a failsafe. Is there a secondary option? A pulse reader? A voice print?"

Changed game from survival to potential victory. It fought back. Corruption flooding through connection. Trying to overwhelm me. Trying to consume me. Trying to prove that attacking was fatal mistake that would cost everything. But I wasn't alone. Wasn't unsupported. Wasn't fighting individually. Liam and Caleb anchored me through mate bonds. Held me. Protected me. Prevented corruption from consuming while I fought at entity's core. The assault faltered. Rogues hesitated. Shadow Sisters paused. Everything connected to entity felt disturbance. Felt source being attacked. Felt fundamental change happening that affected all manifestations.

Corin didn’t ask again. Because the answer didn’t change anything. He looked out over what remained of Bloodstone. It wasn’t a fortress anymore. It was a breaking memory. And it was almost done. POV: AFNAN I tried again. To stabilize. To hold. To balance. But the Gate reacted violently this time. A surge pushed outward from my core connection, And I staggered backward. Pain shot through my arm. Not injury. Feedback. My control was failing. “I can’t…” I whispered.