Noah and Ozymandias reached Grimvault in the span of a heartbeat, both bodies closing the distance with speed. The wolf-helmed Primordial Architect observed their approach with those pale fires burning in his empty eye sockets, and he raised his Axiom greatsword with a casual motion that suggested he found their charge more entertaining than threatening.
"I will beat you to paste first," Grimvault declared, his deep voice pressing against reality itself, "and collect what remains of your weavings to bring to THE Wyld. There, they will study what made you so interesting before your existence ends."
His greatsword descended with a terrifying force that warped the space around its trajectory.
"Here is my pure Civilization. Just feel it!"
BOOM!
The impact was devastating.
