The silence of Sub-Vault Zero was cool, thick, and smelled of undisturbed granite.
Lin Ke placed his uninjured right hand against the activation plate of the ancient stone end-post embedded in the chamber’s deepest wall.
The rough slab of black slate hummed, its surface warming as green phosphorus glyphs drifted to the top like glowing pond weeds.
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Lin Ke pulled an iron stool to the console and sat down, his boots resting on the stone floor.
His four Mid Nascent Soul worker threads idling in his lower belly spun up a low-latency divine sense connection to the end-post’s ancient screen.
He wanted to audit the regional energy logs.
Over the last seven days, the OpenDao Coalition had intercepted forty Heavenly Tribulations, absorbed five artificial sun-hot suns. Then he shunted five hundred million kilowatt-hours of raw sky execution current into the land-wide bedrock.
