Then, another, more immediate threat emerged. The digital disruption was having effects on the physical world. Objects in the room started to vibrate, pictures fell off the walls, the floor beneath us began to rumble. It was like the fight in the digital realm was causing tremors in our reality.
One of the project members screamed as a chair near him suddenly splintered and fell apart.
The black tower, even as it distorted, seemed to focus its remaining energy on me. A concentrated beam of dark light shot out from it, heading directly towards my chest. I felt an intense burning sensation, as if I was being hit by a laser beam made of pure code.
I cried out in pain, stumbling back from my laptop. But I couldn't stop. Not now.
咬紧牙关, I forced myself to keep my eyes on the screen, to keep injecting the corrupting code. I was in a desperate race against time, before the entity could recover, or before its physical manifestation could destroy us all.
“Concentrate, Chen Mo!” 老伯’s voice, calm and steady, cut through the chaos. “Remember the stone tablet! It was broken! Something was missing! Find the missing piece!”