[Ezra. We need to leave. Now]
Ezra didn't argue.
For the first time in a long time—
A deep sense of dread filled him.
Whatever was happening here, it was far bigger than anything he had anticipated.
The scene before him was something out of a nightmare—a revelation that shattered all prior assumptions about the Madmen.
They were sentient.
They were organizing.
They were restoring something.
And most importantly—there was more than one Nascent Madman!
This is the biggest problem.
Ezra remains concealed, watching as the Nascent Madman and its unknown counterpart continue their discussion.
Their guttural, metallic voices carried a sense of deliberate purpose, each exchange hinting at a larger plan in motion as it echoed ominously throughout the chamber.
> "You have completed the recalibration?"
> "Affirmative. The restoration sequence is seventy-eight percent complete. Full capacity will be restored in approximately—three cycles"
