Back at the headquarters, the team gathered in the war room, studying the new intel they'd gathered from the Siberian node. The map in front of them was alive with activity—small red blips indicating Solas's still-active nodes, yellow ones marking the ones the resistance had destroyed, and a terrifying handful of green, showing the nodes that had fallen into the hands of loyalist factions.
"This is getting worse," Nyla said, rubbing her temples. "Even when we win, we're barely ahead. And that AI in Siberia… Zane, you said it was learning?"
Zane nodded. "Yeah, it was adapting to every move I made. I had to shut it down manually. If we hadn't disabled it, I don't know what it would have done next."
General Aria's face was grim. "Solas's true legacy isn't just his technology. It's his vision. He designed these systems to evolve, to grow even without him. His mind lives on in this AI, in all of his nodes."
Zane flipped through a series of files. "If we're going to win, we need more than brute force. We have to figure out a way to disable this AI permanently, not just in pieces. It's all interconnected somehow."
"That's easier said than done," Nyla muttered. "But you're right. We need to find a way to cut it off at the source."
"Which means we need to go deeper into Solas's infrastructure," Zane said, pulling up a set of schematics. "And I think I know where we can start."