Alastor stood in the center of the underground command hub, surrounded by a sea of glowing monitors and data feeds. This was the moment everything changed. If they were going to bring down the Pyramid, they needed more than soldiers and hackers—they needed to turn the masses against their invisible masters. The elite relied on obedience, complacency, and ignorance to maintain their stranglehold over society. Now, it was time to shatter the illusion.

"Broadcast protocols are live," Aurora said, her glowing neural interface pulsing as she sifted through firewalls and proxy barriers with surgical precision. Her fingers danced over her control panel, bypassing encrypted feeds and hidden surveillance systems. "We’ve got backdoor access to every major network across Skylance—and beyond."

Beside her, Cyrus Vale leaned casually against the wall, his expression sharp with focus. The global neural streams were his domain—the invisible infrastructure that connected billions of people through their implants, devices, and media streams. He had spent years weaving his rebellion through encrypted channels, sowing quiet dissent within the cracks of the system. Now, he would tear it wide open.

"How long until we’re live?" Alastor asked, glancing at Aurora.

"Five minutes, maybe less," Aurora replied, eyes locked on the cascading streams of data. "Once we sync with the neural grid, we can push the broadcast worldwide—everything from public terminals to personal implants." She paused briefly. "They’ll see us whether they want to or not."

Alastor gave a grim nod. This was more than just a message—it was a spark. They weren’t just exposing the Pyramid’s control; they were igniting a global rebellion, one that would tear the foundations of power apart.

Cyrus pushed off the wall, adjusting the interface embedded along his wrist. "You know this is going to send the elites into panic mode, right?" he said. "They’ll fight back hard. We’re talking full-spectrum shutdowns, martial law, blackouts. They won’t go quietly."

"Let them panic," Alastor said coldly. "The more chaos we create, the faster they crumble." He leaned forward, his scarab buzzing faintly beneath his sleeve, a steady reminder of the power thrumming through him. This was the first real strike—one the Pyramid wouldn’t see coming.

Aurora’s voice broke through the tense air. "Signal’s live. We’re synced with the neural streams. It’s time."

Alastor took a deep breath, stepping into the center of the command room where a live feed recorder hovered before him, scanning his features and preparing to transmit his message across the globe. The weight of what he was about to say settled over him, heavy and inescapable. This was the moment the world would awaken.

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"Ready when you are, boss," Cyrus said, tapping a final command into his interface.

Alastor locked eyes with the lens of the recorder, his voice sharp, clear, and unwavering. "My name is Alastor Creed," he began, his words carrying the weight of every death, every betrayal, every trial he had endured. "You don’t know me, but you’ve felt the effects of the system that controls you—whether you realize it or not. It’s called the Pyramid."

The lens zoomed in slightly, capturing the intensity of his gaze. This wasn’t just a message—it was a declaration of war.

"For centuries, the Pyramid has operated in the shadows, controlling life and death, rewriting reality through an endless cycle of manipulation. Every choice you’ve made, every moment you’ve lived—it wasn’t yours. It was part of their game." He paused, letting the words sink in. "But now, it’s time to end that game."

Aurora monitored the transmission in real-time, watching as the broadcast spread like wildfire—into news feeds, personal messages, and public displays. Screens across Skylance and beyond flickered to life, filling with Alastor’s message. Neural implants buzzed with interference as millions of citizens felt the first flicker of awareness—an awakening to the invisible web that had held them captive.

"The Pyramid has kept us in chains," Alastor continued, his voice rising. "They’ve used our deaths to fuel their power, forcing us to play their trials, live by their rules. But no more. Now, we fight back. Now, we take back what’s ours."

Selene stood silently by the edge of the room, her sharp eyes flickering with approval as she watched the broadcast unfold. She had spent too many lifetimes fighting alone—now, at last, they had an army.

Across the city, screens in public plazas, terminals in crowded subways, and personal devices buzzed with the feed. Millions of people—workers, hackers, mercenaries, and everyday citizens—paused to watch Alastor’s message unfold. Some were confused, others angry, but all of them could feel the truth sinking in: they had been living inside someone else’s game.

Alastor’s gaze burned with defiance as he delivered the final blow. "The ones who control your life, your future—they are not gods. They are parasites feeding off your suffering. But we are not powerless. Together, we can tear them down. Together, we can break the loop."

Cyrus glanced at Aurora, nodding with satisfaction as the broadcast rippled through the global networks. The elites were already scrambling. Data feeds buzzed with encrypted chatter—panicked attempts to shut down the stream, to erase the message before it could take root. But it was too late. The spark had already caught fire.

Alastor’s voice carried through every corner of the city, a rallying cry for those who had lived too long in the shadows. "The Pyramid can’t be defeated by one man or one faction. But together, we are unstoppable. Together, we rise."

He stepped closer to the lens, his final words sharp and deliberate. "Rise against the gods who have kept you in chains."

Aurora tapped a command into her console, sending the broadcast into infinite repeat mode, ensuring that even if the elites managed to cut off part of the stream, the message would continue to spread across every network. The world had heard the truth.

Across Skylance, screens flickered to life—on skyscrapers, in subway tunnels, on personal devices. Millions of people watched as Alastor Creed delivered the message that would change everything.