Mordecai absorbed the Silencer. The cleanup protocol initiated a total, uncontained wipe of Sector 4.
Red digital static exploded from his boots and chewed on the damp stone floor.
The glitching polygons crawled up the tunnel walls and erased the ancient grooves carved into the bedrock.
Raziel stood his ground inside the blinding white light of the Sovereign Override.
The ten-meter radius of Domain Authority held the deletion code at bay.
The red static slammed into the white sphere and sparked violently, but it could not penetrate the perimeter.
Raziel dictated the physical rules inside this circle, and he rejected the Architect's commands.
"The server requires a hard reset," Mordecai's voice echoed through the tunnel.
The Elector stepped forward.
He did not swipe his hand to delete the floor or snap his fingers to erase the audio channels.
He walked straight toward the edge of the white domain.
He crossed the threshold.
BZZT!
