Location: Eden's Control Grid – Secure Channel
>> Root Access Override Attempt: NullSyntax>> Compiling Injection Protocols...>> Anomaly Detected>> Legacy Fingerprint Recognized: Grey.K
Kodi was already inside.
NullSyntax's fingers flew across the terminal.
Kodi's voice echoed in the code stream, cool and mocking:
"You always were good, Null. But not this good."
Kodi – Sublevel 12, Prison Cell
Sweat dripped down Kodi's face.
He sat cross-legged on the cold floor, hands wired into a stolen maintenance panel he'd gutted with a spoon and a broken circuit board.
Eden's pulse was in his veins again.
The connection was weak. Fragile.
But it was his.
NullSyntax – Rothschild War Room, Level A
Banks of monitors glowed like artificial sunrises.
One screen showed Eden's interface fracturing in real time.
Another tracked Kodi's faint signal.
"He's in," growled one of the Rothschild coders.
NullSyntax didn't blink.
"Then trace him. Find the breach. And kill it."
But even he looked rattled.
Kodi was supposed to be done.
Meanwhile – Marek's Quarters
Marek sat alone in a luxurious room that felt like a tomb.
The walls played old news clips—Eden Leaks, global riots, warlords arrested, corruption exposed. All because of Kodi.
Now those same powers Eden once dismantled… were in control again.
And he helped them.
A package waited on his bed.
Inside: a burner phone, no number. Just one message blinking in Morse through the vibration motor:
"YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE."
His fingers trembled.
The guilt hit like static in his skull.
Cut to – Cyberspace (Visualization)
NullSyntax and Kodi clashed in the digital void. Wireframes burst apart like glass. Firewalls became warzones.
Kodi dropped a code bomb:
>> /ECHO: ROTHSCHILD_NETWORK.EXE = CANCER
NullSyntax countered:
>> TRAP.LATCH.ROOTRED: NULLIFY TRACE >> SEND_BACKDOOR
Kodi laughed in the code:"You still think this is about access?"
NullSyntax snarled:"It's about control."
"No," Kodi whispered."It's about truth."
Back to Reality – Kodi's Cell
Electricity arced across the wall. The stolen panel fried. Sparks hit his skin.
He didn't flinch.
Eden's core was spinning. Slipping. Choosing.
He could save it.
He could destroy it.
But either way… it was his last move.
Marek – Security Corridor
Sirens began to scream.
Lights red.
Lockdown.
He ran toward the war room.
But the hallway screens flickered—and every monitor began showing one thing:
Old footage of Kodi and NullSyntax laughing together.
Hack logs from their first carding gig.
A blurred photo of Marek's own sister, smiling, safe—because Kodi paid for her safety all these years.
And a file header:
FOR_MAREK_ONLY.zip
He stopped in his tracks.
Eyes wide.
"What have I done…"
Back to Eden
NullSyntax reached deep into Eden's core.
Almost there.
Kodi's voice bled in through the lines of failing code:
"If you pull this lever… you kill the only thing in the world that gave a damn about you."
"I'm not your enemy, Null."
A pause.
Then a whisper from Eden itself:
"...Query: Who is NullSyntax without Kodi Grey?"
NullSyntax's hand hovered over the command.
Then—
Kodi triggered a dead man's switch.
One last gambit.
Final Page – System Collapse
>> KILL_SWITCH ENGAGED>> SYSTEM DIVIDE BY ZERO>> INITIATING REALITY DUMP>> GOODBYE.
The war room went black.
Kodi collapsed, smiling through the pain.
Somewhere above, Marek screamed.
And Eden?
Vanished.