The circuit has been locked to your specifications. No drones. No feeds. Full blackout across all nodes."
Vivienne gave a small nod.
"But," he added, glancing between mother and son, "standard protocol still requires that I issue the trauma access bands. In the event of a crash or any severe feedback incident, our Trauma Team will respond immediately."
He reached into a small case strapped to his belt and retrieved two thin metallic rings—matte black, unmarked save for a small indented symbol that shimmered briefly with mana when touched.
Vivienne took one without hesitation. "Understood."
Merek offered the second toward Damien. "Entirely optional, of course. But if either of you decides to wear it, it'll link directly to our emergency override."
Damien raised an eyebrow as he took the ring. It was light. Sleek. Barely heavier than a coin.
"What does it do?"
