The alarms were still screaming when Wukong slipped out of the open cell.
Red lights flashed along every corridor in harsh, rhythmic pulses. Heavy boots thundered in the distance, growing closer with every second. Multiversal-level detection arrays swept the detention block in overlapping waves, searching for the escaped prisoner's energy signature. The air itself felt charged, thick with the sharp scent of activated formations and the low hum of weapons powering up.
Wukong's golden eyes narrowed.
*Not good.*
