Amon didn't even pause to look at him, the new arrival.
Instead, he lightly punched the air, instantly shattering the Thumper and tearing it into tiny scrap pieces while crumbling the wall behind it.
Perhaps this would appease this AI—whatever it was.
But when he looked back... he met the expected.
Nothing had changed.
The hologram was still there. Floating, unphased, untouched.
The destruction and slaughter he caused hadn't mattered, not one bit.
Now... there was nothing more he could do.
Amon had dealt with many things in his life, but engaging directly with an entity like this?
That would be beyond foolish, especially when it was in such an unpredictable state.
He wasn't about to make that mistake.
The principal didn't waste time standing idle, though.
His eyes shifted to Lyra, sending a silent command through his gaze.
'Intervene.'
