Lithos climbed out of the abyss on Level -5.
The colossal guardian woke up, but the silver shield was already dead. The ancient magic of the academy sat completely silent.
Elector Mordecai stood in the center of the ruined Main Chapel. He looked at the gray, unrendered void where the sacred marble altar used to sit.
He picked up the black Silencer artifact from the edge of the void and slipped it inside his pristine white robes.
He turned around and walked out of the sanctuary.
Every single place his white boots touched, the physical world died.
The heavy oak doors of the chapel vanished into gray, textureless gaps as he passed through them.
The red digital static crawled across the floorboards right behind his heels and chewed on the red carpets.
He stepped into the main corridor of the administrative wing and headed for the underground stairs.
The standard blue Church magic powering the decorative torches sputtered.
