Meanwhile, as the Spartans battled fiercely in the digital crucible of the Chronos-Weave Deep Dive, Richard and Lina observed high up in their private observation deck, a panoramic holographic display of the virtual battlefield spread before them. Richard leaned on the railing, a thoughtful expression on his face. Lina, her avatar shimmering beside him, was busy configuring new parameters, her hands gracefully dancing across a holographic console.
"Lina," Richard asked, his gaze fixed on a distant, simulated orbital engagement, "what's the status of their neural links? Are they stable?"
"Yes sir, the neural links are perfectly stable," Lina replied without looking away from her work. "Each trainee's consciousness link to the virtual world is enforced and optimized. There are no signs of degradation or disconnect, even under extreme duress."
"Good. Excellent," Richard said, a satisfied hum in his voice. "Now, what are the newer recruits doing? I want to see the new toys in action."
