"What's the status?" Chen Ye asked, focusing on the command control monitor.
The screen glowed with a soft blue hue, casting flickering shadows across his stern face in the dimly lit room, data streams scrolling rapidly like digital rivers flowing toward an inevitable conclusion.
"We have lost communication with a sentinel some hours ago. We have reason to believe the sentinel has been destroyed by the enemy we are searching for," a report came to Chen Ye from a communication device.
The voice crackled slightly over the static, the urgency evident in the clipped tones, the air in the control center thickening with unspoken tension as operators exchanged uneasy glances.
"I see. Tighten communication and interactions between sentinels. Make quick response the next time communication is lost from a sentinel," Chen Ye instructed, his voice steady and authoritative, fingers drumming lightly on the console's edge, the metallic surface cool under his touch amid the hum of machinery.
