Her pen found its way between her teeth. She idled for a moment, biting every anxious thought she had against the glass while searching for a mistake--any mistake--that would have made sense of the alert’s severity.

The rare occasion she hoped for an error, and found nothing.

“A Corruption of this size,” she muttered, “do you realize what this means?”

Whipping around, she clamored across her office with the haste of a startled animal, half-stumbling on her way to gather equipment strewn about her office. She stacked a tower of large contraptions onto one arm, before bolting to a desk filled with prototype goggles to yank the most recent iteration from its display.

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 26th Oct 2020

Wonder what all the commotion is about...