Linsley leaned back, considering his next move. An unknown viral outbreak hadn't been part of his previous experience in the Diviner World's last god simulation.
He'd died before he could encounter anything like it, leaving this aspect of the world as much of a mystery to him as it was to the Dominion. Even if they hadn't asked him to investigate, his curiosity was piqued.
The virus, with its eerie zombie-like characteristics, was no ordinary infection. It was far too familiar, almost scripted, as if plucked straight from the apocalyptic stories he knew.
'This isn't just some strange sickness. Something is definitely off,' he thought, feeling an unsettling twinge of anticipation as he scanned the coordinates provided in the document.
Fixing the location in his mind, he used his Real Fantasy gift to imagine himself standing at the facility, allowing the thought to take shape until reality itself shifted, and in an instant, he was there.
