Lin Ke didn’t hesitate.
He brought the hardened steel tip of his black-iron metal pen down onto the glowing black glass ‘Y’ glyph with a sharp, bone-shaking strike.
CLICK.
The console acknowledged the execution.
A deep, bone-rattling bass note rang from the bowels of the Primordial Dais, shaking through the brass deck plates and making the loose rivets dance like dry seeds.
Then, the end-post halted.
The glowing golden script vanished, replaced by an urgent, pulsing amber warning box that filled the entire monitor:
Eight seconds.
