Red dragged his cursor over the blinking text box, and opened his mouth to speak a name.
Suddenly, a blaring klaxon violently shattered the silence of the Void instance.
The primary interface flashed a blinding crimson. The six-legged fox immediately flattened its oversized ears and bared its tiny fangs at the monitors.
Red dismissed the naming prompt entirely and maximized the continental map. The western grid blinked with critical failure warnings across multiple sectors. The towering wall of static on the edge of the deadlands was moving. Whole chunks of the physical map simply ceased to exist in real-time as the Void-Eater surged forward miles at a time.
