Up in the Void, the system notifications for the Flesh Abomination's death sequence cascaded across Red's secondary monitor, flooding his account with a massive surge of recycled Divine Points.
He didn't pause to read the exact payout. He immediately dragged his cursor across the tactical map, locking his interface onto the submerged trench where the Forgecaster's Mechanical Titan was violently venting steam.
The Rank 11 Forgecaster was frantically mashing his keyboard in his isolated instance, trying to force his ultimate creation to reboot. The sudden plunge into the boiling Aegis water had triggered a catastrophic thermal shock.
The molten slag that armored the machine had rapidly cooled, fusing the titan's gargantuan gears into a solid, immovable block of hardened iron.
"Reroute the bio-furnaces!" the Forgecaster screamed over the comms, his digital avatar sweating as his DP reserves bled out to keep the machine watertight. "Melt the joints!"
