The echo of Sovereign Orrin Reyes's realization still hung in the massive command cabinet. The high command was staring at the fading holographic runes, their minds struggling to grasp the magnitude of what had just been solved. Three hundred years of dead ends, erased in a matter of minutes by an eighteen-year-old boy who had just rewritten the dimensional structure of an alien language in his hands.
Ash lowered his hands. The eerie, pulsing glow of the alien aesthetic faded completely from the air.
He didn't let the stunned silence stretch.
"Decoding the files is just the first step," Ash said, his voice calm but carrying effortlessly across the room. "From what i could tell from the decoded data, the Seed's core logic is still corrupted. If we just relocate it and turn it on without patching the foundational syntax, the sterilization protocol might still trigger. We don't just need to move the Seed. We need to fix it."
