The room vibrated with the intense buzz of activity as researchers monitored the Hell of Mills. The situation had stabilized, but the tension was palpable.
Faces were drawn, voices hushed, and every eye fixated on the glowing screens displaying Chronos's virtual journey.
"The subject's vitals are stable, but his neural activity is off the charts!"
A young researcher reported, her voice laced with concern.
The figurehead's, still shrouded in shadows, eyes remained locked on the main screen, where the holographic depiction of the Hell of Mills was displayed.
Suddenly, something changed.
"What's happening?"
she demanded, her voice betraying a hint of urgency.
"Ma'am, the signals are erratic. Chronos—he's not on the screens anymore!"
A male researcher exclaimed, his hands trembling as he checked the data.
"What do you mean… Where could he have gone?"
