The digital storm hadn't ended—it had only begun, a tempest of corrupted code and fractured reality that roared through the ruins of the Sync Tower's underground vault. Charles stood at the heart of the devastation, sparks spraying from broken nodes like dying fireflies. The chamber, once the hidden core of the Lust Sync mainframe, was torn open like a gutted animal, its walls bleeding streams of flickering code that shimmered like stars on the verge of collapse. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning circuits and the faint hum of a system pushed beyond its limits.
Charles's focus wasn't on the damage but on the holographic screen floating before him, its crimson text pulsing with a warning that chilled his blood:
> **[Warning: Parallel Host Detected]**
> **[Mirror Sync Reaching 87% Merge with Primary Core]**
> **[Subject: Omega Charles – Preparing Complete Assimilation]**
