The white sphere in the upper air reached critical mass.
The light was so intense that the black dark rock of the dais turned ghostly pale. The shadows behind Lin Ke’s boots were burned away entirely.
Four point eight seconds.
Lin Ke had the cannon’s control screen in his staging buffer. But the execution register was locked behind a two-hundred-and-fifty-six-bit royal token.
Brute-forcing a two-hundred-and-fifty-six-bit key would take the entire lifetime of the universe.
He didn’t have the lifetime of the universe.
He had four seconds.
Don’t crack the key, his mind whispered with icy clarity. Corrupt the memory.
