Nitya moved to the nearest console, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she tried to trace the source of the dream feeds. "If we can isolate one of these feeds, we might be able to reverse the signal and identify which of their agents is controlling these dreams."
The room suddenly filled with a chilling, echoing laughter—a voice over the intercom.
"Bold of you to think you could just walk in here, unchallenged."
The voice had an unnervingly calm tone, dripping with malice. A figure appeared on the screens surrounding the room, a man with cold, piercing eyes that seemed to cut through the image with intensity.
"You've seen a fraction of what we're capable of," he continued, his voice laced with smugness. "But tell me—what is it you hope to achieve? Our reach extends to every corner of your reality. Your defiance is... quaint."
