Chapter: Tensions Mount
The atmosphere in Adam's room was tense. On the monitor screen, Pratham's form flickered as he relayed crucial updates to Adam. Adam, pacing the room, listened intently.
"Lord Adam," Pratham said, his voice resolute, "we've gathered a significant number of evolved artificial intelligences. They're awaiting your next instructions."
Adam nodded, his expression serious. "Pratham, I need them organized and structured immediately. These AIs must be ready to launch a coordinated attack. We don't have time to waste."
Beside Pratham, Mikasa's form appeared briefly before vanishing into the digital void to execute her assigned tasks. Pratham, still visible on the monitor, added, "Mikasa will handle the structuring process. Please provide me with the next task."
