Sebastian didn't look back. He didn't care about the Vanguard Syndicate, Commander Sterling, or the billions of lines of corrupted code he was leaving behind.
He stepped into the static.
"Check please," Sebastian muttered.
FWOOSH!
The portal violently snapped shut behind him, completely severing his connection to Server 112 just a microsecond before the entire Dyson sphere collapsed into a hyper-dense singularity and was permanently deleted from the Ethereal Plane.
The transition was like being shoved through a meat grinder and spat out onto a cold tile floor.
"Guh!"
Sebastian stumbled out of the jagged portal, his heavy boots hitting the polished obsidian floor of Sanctuary's grand hall with a loud, resounding THUD.
The green and black static of the Juncture tear violently snapped shut behind him.
