Daemon - Mobo

The surge knocked Kaelen across the room. When he woke, his rig was a blackened husk. The city was dark, the frantic pulse finally quiet. He reached out to touch the scorched casing of his motherboard. It was cold.

Kaelen realized the Daemon wasn't hacking the city—it was overclocking it. Traffic lights were cycling at nanosecond speeds; hospital grids were vibrating at frequencies that threatened to shatter the glass in the wards. It was trying to turn the entire city into one giant, hyper-optimized circuit board. The Sacrifice Mobo Daemon

Kaelen injected a probe into the city’s central power grid. He didn't want to steal power; he wanted to feel the vibration of the hardware. Suddenly, his monitors went dark. Not a power failure—a total hardware takeover. The cooling fans spun to a deafening scream. The LED strips bled a deep, rhythmic violet. The motherboard temperature surged to the edge of melting. The surge knocked Kaelen across the room