The familiar shimmering cascade of data, the rapid pixelation of Andrew's form, left the Mission Chamber unnervingly empty. The vibrant glow of the console faded to a low hum, and the ethereal indigo lines on the floor dimmed.
Eve remained, a silent, humanoid silhouette, her lavender glow pulsing with a steady rhythm that belied the torrent of calculations running through her core.
Andrew was gone. Plunged into the Notcis Labyrinth, a personalized realm of illusion and deception. The system, relentless and impartial, had swallowed him whole, just as it had swallowed so many before.
Her sensors registered the shift: Andrew's unique neural signature now integrated into the Labyrinth's chaotic, ever-changing patterns. His vitals, now under constant, intense pressure. The sheer audacity of his parting words – "I'll be the first to make it to the end." – echoed in her processing units.
Query: Probability of success for Subject Andrew Miller against Stage: Oblivia Twilight?
