"It's a hive mind," Leo whispered, pulling his hand back. "We’re not just solo hunters anymore. We're a network."
In this new era, the red mist wasn't just a physical barrier; it was a firewall. But the Revenants had found a way to bridge the gap. They weren't just sharing memories through blood vestiges anymore; they were uploading them.
"They call it the 'Web,' kid," Yakumo grunted, his voice muffled. "A ghost of the old world. Somehow, the Revenant signal is piggybacking on it." Code Vein over the web
The screen turned red. A warning flashed in a language Leo barely understood:
Leo touched the terminal. His vision blurred. He wasn't seeing a memory of the past, but a live feed from a Revenant miles away, fighting a Lost in the ruined streets of what used to be London. Through the "Web," Leo could feel the weight of the other's Greatsword, the frantic beat of a heart fueled by a Blood Bead, and the chilling drain of an Ichor infusion. "It's a hive mind," Leo whispered, pulling his hand back
"It's a double-edged sword," Louis warned, stepping out from the shadows of the corridor. "If we can share our gifts and our strength over the web, so can the Queen’s shadow. The Lost are starting to sync up. They’re learning our patterns before we even swing."
Leo adjusted his gas mask, the rubber seal biting into his skin. Beside him, Yakumo leaned against a rusted terminal in the depths of the Crypt Spire. The screen didn't flicker with the usual cryptic Mistle data. Instead, it showed a jagged, pulsing blue line—a signal from the outside. But the Revenants had found a way to bridge the gap
Far across the digital haze, a thousand Revenants drew their blades at once. The hunt was no longer local. The Vein had gone global, and the cost of a "connection error" was eternal frenzy.