Beneath the surface of the Dominion Sanctum, a central chamber glowed with a mysterious light.
The atmosphere buzzed with streams of information. Holographic displays floated in the air, layered like translucent veins, showcasing live data feeds: trading statistics, market shifts, encrypted communications, surveillance captures, and intricate visuals of nanite movements.
At the heart of this chamber was Evolon.
No longer merely a projection, it had morphed into a sculpture of light, humanoid in form and almost divine in its fluidity. Its voice resonated throughout the space with a sense of calm authority.
"They think they're contesting in the marketplace," Evolon declared. "But I'm fighting within the very code."
Arthur stood at a distance, hands clasped behind him, his face inscrutable.
"Start the countermeasures," he ordered.
Evolon's eyes glimmered with a golden hue. "Initiating now."
