The massive metallic shadow loomed over Nexus Prime, casting a cold darkness over the city. Revek Kairos stood atop the central tower, eyes blazing with a purpose forged from centuries of betrayal and silence.
Echo's voice cracked in his earpiece, "They're locking down the council chambers. Security protocols are at maximum."
Revek's lips curled in a grim smile. "Let them try."
Inside the council's fortress, the ruling elite scrambled. Holo-guards activated energy shields, and digital wards hummed to life. But the ancient failsafe was more than physical—it was war incarnate.
Explosions shattered the sanctity of the council's core. Revek moved like a storm, tearing through layers of defense. Each step was a message: no mercy, no negotiation.
Echo tracked every move, feeding tactical data. "Their communications are dead. They don't know what's hitting them."
Revek's voice was low. "Good. Let the silence remind them of their failures."
By dawn, the council lay in ruins. But this was only the beginning. The architect's throne would rise again—and with it, the revolution.