In the third layer of Forladtt, within a room in the golden palace, a beautiful woman in a blue robe stood nervously, her long hair flowing and her demeanor like that of a frightened little rabbit. Behind her, a handsome man in a purple-gold robe paced slowly, his hands behind his back, a particularly gloomy expression on his face.

After a prolonged silence, the woman, unable to bear the oppressive atmosphere any longer, finally spoke. “No matter what, the destruction of Skynet and the fall of