"I don't have time for this," Sebastian grunted.
He had to get to the Server Pillar. He had to pull the Regional Core and completely collapse the localized system before the firewall finished processing his execution order.
The twelve Void Wardens raised their red logic-blades in perfect, terrifying unison. They locked their featureless, mirrored visors onto the Level 42 Gunner standing in the center of the room.
"Execute," the lead Warden commanded.
They lunged forward. They didn't run; they skipped frames of animation, glitching across the ballroom floor at speeds that broke the sound barrier, entirely ignoring the ruined terrain of the shattered obsidian tiles.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed. The laid-back, sarcastic Drifter was gone. The Sovereign of Laws took the wheel.
"Let's see if you machines can keep up with a real glitch," Sebastian whispered, his muscles coiling tight as he prepared to break every remaining rule on the server.
