Before the terrifying reality of the deletion wave could fully settle, a heavy, gold-trimmed notification aggressively overwrote Red's secondary monitor.
[ SYSTEM OVERRIDE: EMERGENCY CONTINENTAL SUMMIT ]
[ NEXUS OF TRUCE: VIRTUAL LOBBY GENERATED ]
[ INVITATION FORWARDED BY: SYLARA (RANK 17) ]
Red stared at the flashing prompt in absolute disbelief. He let out a harsh, exhausted breath.
"Are you kidding me?" Red grumbled, aggressively tapping his fingers against the console. "The entire continent is actively dissolving into base code, and you are still too introverted to answer a video call. Unbelievable. You literally rule a telepathic hive-mind, Sylara. Just talk to them."
He shook his head, thoroughly annoyed that the highest-ranking entity in the region had casually dumped the massive political burden entirely onto his terminal just to avoid making small talk.
