Up in the Void, the Glacial Sovereign slammed his fists against his primary console. His absolute zero crown flared with erratic magical feedback. He watched in absolute horror as the physical geometry of the server defied its own code.
"He's shifting the grid!" the Sovereign barked through the localized alliance channel, his digital avatar glitching with panic. "Forgecaster, your Titan is submerged! Blood-Mage, pull the Abomination back—"
"I can't!" the Rank 11 Blood-Mage screamed from his own Void terminal, frantically typing override commands that flashed red with systemic denial errors. "He built a hexagonal firewall out of the eastern ridge! The Abomination is boxed in, and it has absolutely no biomass to consume!"
