Chapter 79: Inhumane
The room behind the large vaulted door was a stark contrast to the chaotic scenes outside. It was filled with the gentle hum of machinery, the sound creating a low, rhythmic drone that reverberated off the walls.
The space was bathed in a soft, cool light, with a climate control system ensuring the technology didn't overheat. Servers lined the walls in neat, precise rows, their lights blinking methodically, almost like a heartbeat.
Each server was encased in sleek, dark metal, and the cables snaked across the floor and ceiling like the veins of a vast, mechanical beast.
Alicarde marveled at the sight. The sheer amount of data being processed in this room was staggering. The machines here were the nerve center of whatever operations this building supported, their purpose obscured by their complex design.
He walked in, maintaining his sinister composure, the violet glow of his eyes casting eerie shadows in the dimly lit room.