"We're here," Sebastian whispered.
They stood at the absolute end of the ten-mile bridge.
Looming before them, stretching infinitely upward into the absolute dark, and stretching endlessly downward into the abyss, was a wall of pure, seamless, blinding white material.
There were no doors. There were no keyholes. There were no seams, no cracks, and absolutely no weaknesses. It was a perfect, flawless, infinite plane of unyielding logic.
It was the absolute firewall of the Core OS.
"It's just a wall," Valerie gasped, wiping a streak of red digital blood from her nose. "Prometheus was right. There's no physical entrance."
Sebastian stared at the infinite white expanse. He let go of Valerie's hand.
He didn't pull out the [Prometheus Gift] orb yet. He just stepped right up to the flawless, sterile surface.
