Raziel drove the glowing Umbral blade straight into Elector Mordecai's exposed chest.
He did not feel a rush of heroic justice or the hot adrenaline of revenge.
He just saw a hostile target standing inside his ten-meter radius of Domain Authority.
Mordecai did not flinch or beg for his life.
The supreme commander of the Inquisition possessed the cold, mechanical logic of a cleanup protocol.
He recognized the mathematical impossibility of surviving a physical attack inside a zone that rejected his administrative privileges.
The Elector raised his right arm to block the strike.
The black digital squares covering his flesh glitched and sparked with red static.
He tried to overclock his internal deletion code to erase the incoming weapon.
CRUNCH.
The jagged blade of gold and black energy punched straight through the red static. The white light of the Sovereign Override neutralized the defensive code instantly.
