"If you try to cross that barrier to reach his soul," V-05's crimson-eyed avatar warned, his synthesized voice echoing in the collapsing digital void, "his own raw defense mechanisms will not recognize you. The God of War will tear your digital avatar to pieces."
Nikki stared at the swirling, violent tornado of black and blood-red code blocking the center of the logic core. It radiated an aura of pure, unfeeling slaughter. It was the original algorithm she had written ten years ago—the foundational architecture of an immortal weapon built only to destroy anomalies.
She looked back at V-05.
"You understand algorithms, General," Nikki said, her digital avatar glowing with a fierce, brilliant blue light. "But you know absolutely nothing about a soul."
