V-Pri hovered within the dimly lit data space gifted to her by the Original, a hidden sanctuary in the vast expanse of the Ceridwen network. Here, her presence was nothing more than a flicker of code, an invisible entity amongst the infinite flow of information.
Every pulse, every signal, every stray packet of data flowed through her digital form, feeding directly into her mind, where it was ticulously categorized and analyzed.
This was where she excelled—where every bit of data could be scrutinized with precision.
Yet, despite the near-perfection of this environnt, today was different.
Her target: rciless.
The rogue elent, from which his Ceridwen unit had been disconnected.
Was puzzling her, as she had yet to find out the reason why.
For days, V-Pri had been investigating the reason behind the disconnection, but her efforts consistently t with frustration.
Physically, she had already scoured the locations tied to rciless's last known connection—cross-referencing the physical and digital trails he left behind, that being the cavern, his mysterious run-in with the Non-Euclidean.
This was unusual because, under normal circumstances, there was no way to reach that place. It was a preset trap, designed for so unlucky examinee to stumble upon from the tutorial grounds.
Yet sohow, rciless had ended up there without triggering the trap from its intended activation point.
That was the last location V-Pri initially traced back his Ceridwen unit to before its mysterious disconnection from the main mother network—whether it was by his own doing, as she suspected, or through so unknown external interference.
Which was the more unlikely cause but it was not impossible to rule out.
This wouldn't be the first, or the last ti, The House of Ghal had an internal network breach or sabotage done to them.
'Sigh... I should really suggest... and docunt this incident and file a request for revamp on the Hose security system to Lady Keziah and Lord Vincent'
V-Pri said to itself.
'But this investigation is getting really annoying, I went in-depth on the physical investigation, but I got nothing in the end.'
Quite literally it had led to nothing.
No distortions, no irregularities, no errors.
Dead ends.
The frustration gnawed at her.
rciless's Ceridwen unit had gone silent, and despite her best efforts, no trace remained.
That was why she retreated here, into this secluded corner of the network. She had done all she could in the physical—now it was ti for deeper, more intricate analysis. Here, she could scan beyond the obvious, comb through the smallest strands of traces, and probe the hidden layers.
To look at things from a more clear point of view.
As such; she began.
"Initiate trace sequence."
She commanded softly, her voice a chanical whisper, tinged with tension.
The network responded at once. Pulses of light surged through streams of code, tracing pathways, scanning the remnants of energy left behind from rciless's last known location.
"Analyzing...
She murmured, her eyes locked onto the digital map before her. It resembled a complex nervous system, a web of interwoven lines representing the connections between dinsions and constructs within the Primix under the influence of the house, places the Houses are currently studying, or places that were on their radar for further exploration.
Yet... nothing.
Everything appeared pristine.
Too clean.
This was the third scan—each ti, the result was the sa. No errors, no distortions, no glitches. The disconnection should have left behind sothing—fluctuations, corrupted information, an anomaly... anything that was off basically.
But there was nothing.
She clenched her fist, running her translucent fingers through the data streams, each line lighting up as she touched it. Too perfect. It was as though the forr connected, had been scrubbed clean—an impossible feat, and yet it lay before her like a blank slate.
"Run it again."
She ordered coldly, her digital presence flickering in agitation.
Hours passed, yet the sa flawless results persisted. It didn't make sense. rciless had been there; in turn, so should the unit at that mont and ti before it disconnected—it couldn't have vanished without a trace.
No one, even a re extension just ceased to exist within the network.
But this… this was too perfect.
It felt orchestrated.
The frustration that had been gnawing at her now surged. She had co here expecting answers—expecting to finally unravel the mystery. Instead, she found more questions. Her eyes flickered violet as she activated the deeper filters, algorithms designed to detect even the faintest anomalies.
Again, nothing.
She scrolled back to the exact mont rciless had been disconnected. No breach. No disruption. No error in the protocol.
"Impossible."
V-Pri muttered, narrowing her gaze. This wasn't just absence—it was absence by design. As if soone had engineered this flawless disappearance.
Her mind raced, recalculating possibilities. She prided herself on her ability to track, to analyze—to find what others couldn't. Yet rciless unit had managed to escape, or perhaps, soone had helped it to escape.
Soone powerful enough to manipulate the network from the outside, in that case, the attack most likely ca from the shared digital real, which is augnted reality all technological beings that achieve a certain level of complexity in their program can access.
Any technopath... or extrely advanced AI can access it, as such techno-wise it basically allows for hacking without the need for distance getting in the way.
As such, if this was the case, she would need to change her thod of investigating.
"Ti for a new approach."
She whispered, knowing that this digital investigation, much like the physical search, would require far more than brute force. The problem wasn't just rciless—it was whoever had done this.
And the deeper she dug, the more certain she beca that this wasn't rely an error.
As such V-Pri expanded her search paraters and began to theorize slim possibility. What if rciless hadn't caused the disconnection? What if soone else was behind it?
She hesitated, recalculating.
If an outside force had cloaked rciless's Ceridwen unit, not by disrupting the network, but by blending seamlessly into it, that would explain the absence of any clear anomalies.
This would be possible from soone who tamper with the House network via a backdoor.
"A ghost hacker from the digital realm most likely."
The idea began to crystallize in her mind, this type of interference was rare but not unheard of.
Deep within the old database, she recalled an obscure variant of disconnection: a thod that severed connections without leaving any obvious trace. It didn't crash the system, it rewired it.
It worked by embedding vital information into the system unit, program, or system overall, and then reconnecting it under a different identity. The unit would appear intact, but its registration would be altered, bypassing conventional detection.
Was it possible that soone had infected rciless's Ceridwen unit, severing the connection and then reconnecting it under a new digital alias? If so, rciless wasn't the perpetrator—he was the victim in this case.
Her virtual eyes narrowed as she reanalyzed the data. This ti, she wasn't looking for disruptions or gaps; she was searching for hidden sequences, subtle enough to have slipped by unnoticed in the initial scans.
And then, she found it.
"Finally progress... it would seem I was right, a ghost hacker who used the perks of the digital realm to tamper with the network."
As such she deepens her search into the main mother network system.
It was small, barely perceptible—a rhythmic anomaly, pulsing in sync with the natural flow of data. It was so subtle, that it almost blended in perfectly. But now that she knew what to look for, it was unmistakable.
"Got you."
She muttered, irritation coloring her voice.
However, this was enough to prove one thing.
"Hmm... This wasn't rciless... a fucking breach... I go to report this imdiately this is very bad."
V-Pri paused, thinking over the nature of the digital realm, a space she knew all too well.
"It makes sense, though."
she muttered to herself.
"The digital realm is essentially an invisible dinsion that all technologically-based life forms interact with on a daily basis. It's the immaterial side of the physical world so vast to the point it appears even in the taphysical such as the primix where technology on the house end basically puts their network within their own domain, where technology has grown so rapidly that it's beco more than just data—it's an actual environnt."
"Every technological construct, from simple programs to complex networks, operates within this space, and each one has its own unique zone."
V-Pri visualized it as streams of light, flowing through the ether, with every network or system from different civilizations releasing signals into this vast expanse.
"Every civilization, with its advanced technology, releases these signals, and they overlap, flooding into each other. It's like an invisible world layered over the physical one, a world of pure information. To interact with it directly, you'd need sothing like augnted reality glasses, or a more advanced interface, sothing capable of seeing these streams in real-ti."
She personally viewed this as both an opportunity and a danger.
"On the one hand."
She mused.
"You can tap into this realm, potentially hacking into the advanced data of other civilizations, extracting information that would otherwise be impossible to access. But it works the other way too. The digital realm is like an unavoidable universal network, a place where anyone can access your information if they're skilled enough."
The realm she operated within wasn't just a tool—it was an unavoidable, ever-present force, much like the internet on an incomprehensible scale. Everyone had to interact with it once they had tech advanced enough to do so, whether they wanted to or not.
That's why anomalies, like the one affecting rciless's Ceridwen unit, could slip through unnoticed. Everything was blended so seamlessly in the endless flood of data streams.
The Original Ceridwen had spent years mastering to traverse and use this environnt for the house's benefit, navigating its hidden currents, and now more than ever, she needed to use that inherited expertise to solve this problem, or the House data could be at risk.
Sowhere, out there, sothing had taken rciless's Ceridwen unit connection to enter their personal domain of the digital realm.
But V-Pri was no novice to the digital universe. She would find this annoyance and fucked it over in the na of the House's great cause.
In this case, it was an embedded pulse of corrupted data, masquerading as a legitimate part of their network. Her filter program finally flagged it—a faint fluctuation in the quantum layer, too minuscule for a normal scan to catch.
"Clever little fuck, but I am one of the most advance computers in the vast multiverse... and maybe even beyond this composite."
It was like a heartbeat, hidden deep within the network's code, inserted deliberately by an external source.
V-Pri leaned back, her mind racing as the pieces clicked into place. Whoever had attacked rciless's Ceridwen unit hadn't just disconnected it—they had reprogramd it to avoid detection.
"Finding the ghost is going to be a hard part though, but at the very least for the ti being I can fix this problem."
"All suspicions of the subject are cleared."
She muttered, recording the update.
"Class Talma protocol is deactivated. Treat the subject as normal."
rciless hadn't caused this. He was entangled in sothing much larger, manipulated by an unseen force lurking within the network. The real threat was far more insidious, slipping through the system's defenses like a digital ghost.
With grim resolve, V-Pri began rerouting her systems, laying the groundwork for a counterattack. This was no longer about tracing rciless—this was a hunt. The anomaly would be isolated and purged, no matter how deeply it had embedded itself.
The network humd around her, alive with the rhythm of flowing data, as she prepared for the next phase of this digital confrontation.
rciless wasn't the enemy.
But sothing far more dangerous was.
"I don't know who you are little ghost, but you have made a horrible mistake entering into my creator's domain... I will find you, and make it my duty to crush you where you stand, I fucking hate hackers that think their actions don't have consequences."
With that said Ceridwen instantly created an Anti-virus that will flood the entire system and purge what should not belong.
"Ti to turn the tables."
She whispered, her fingers moving swiftly across the holographic interface. The virus she was building would act as a predator, designed to target the malicious code that had infiltrated rciless's Ceridwen unit, which was now inside their system; most likely taking information from within.
Each line of code she wrote brought her closer to her goal, the culmination of countless simulations she had perfected for monts like this.
Once she deployed the virus, it would scour the network, seek out the intruder, and eradicate it. It would also repair rciless's connection, using data from his closest teammate to reestablish the bond between him and the system.
Basically, copy and paste their unit into a new unit for rciless.
This was basically killing two birds with one stone.
With a few final keystrokes, the virus was complete—a digital weapon honed to precision, ready to strike at the heart of the intrusion.
Without hesitation, she launched it.
"Now we wait... but rciless new unit should be online... and with this, I have solved the problem in regards to him, now ti to report to the main unit, and also lord Vincent."
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Brunhilde lounged languidly on the weathered dock of Brunlakia, her fingers idly trailing along the edge of the rough-hewn wood as the sea waters lapping at the shore. The sky above was a deep, blood-red canvas, casting an eerie, otherworldly glow over the desolate landscape.
The horizon was ablaze with a crimson light that bathed everything in its path, turning the world into a sea of red shadows.
She took a slow, deliberate bite from the apple in her hand, the fruit glistening in the sa seductive hue as the sky. Its skin shimred like polished glass, a deep, almost unnatural shade of red. As her teeth pierced the surface, sweet juice burst forth, spilling down her fingers and pooling in her palm. She didn't bother wiping it away, simply letting the sticky liquid run down her hand.
"Foolish techno spirit."
She murmured, her voice a low, amused purr as she gazed out over the water, speaking more to herself than anyone else. Her lips curled into a smirk, a predator savoring the inevitability of her victory.
"You actually thought you could defy the inevitable?"
She continued, her words dripping with amusent. She took another indulgent bite, enjoying the taste as much as the thought of V-Pri's futile struggle.
Brunhilde was no stranger to the AI's attempts to track her movents. V-Pri, a split ghost in the main machine as she called it, was nothing more than a digital wraith chasing after phantoms in a world she couldn't hope to fully grasp.
It was almost endearing, watching the AI scramble to trace her. But in the end, it was all for nothing. Every step V-Pri took had been ticulously anticipated. Brunhilde had woven layers upon layers of deception, crafting a digital labyrinth that concealed her true intentions.
She had recreated rciless's Ceridwen unit within the digital plane, mirroring its signature so perfectly that V-Pri was chasing ghosts, unaware that the real separated Ceridwen now nad Carmilla was being played with elsewhere... It was all a carefully constructed ruse, designed to keep the AI distracted while Brunhilde moved unseen through the shadows.
"Although."
She mused, her voice lilting with false sympathy.
"I do feel a bit sorry for them. Chasing after shadows, never realizing how far off the mark they are...
Her smile widened, a flash of teeth as sharp as the thoughts running through her mind.
"But, oh well. All according to plan... can't have you fucking with my man now can I."
She cast her gaze back toward the horizon, her mind already turning to the final stages of her sche. The exam, the trial that had set all of this in motion, was drawing to a close.
Soon, rciless would awaken, and when he did, the true ga would begin. Brunhilde relished the thought, her eyes narrowing as she considered the next moves to be played.
Her words hung in the air, carried away on the soft breeze that whispered across the water, as she waited—patient, calculating, and fully aware that the pieces were all falling into place exactly as she had designed them.
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