"You are going to deliver a message for me."
Sebastian stood back up and turned toward the massive holographic screen hovering in the center of the room. Saint Grigori and Saint Jin were still watching. The bridge of their dreadnought was dead silent. Hundreds of cultists stared at the screen in pure horror.
"Hey, Grigori," Sebastian called out casually.
"Are you getting all this?"
"You are a monster," Grigori growled through the feed, his holy aura flaring with righteous fury. "You butcher men who cannot fight back.
You are a vile, corrupted sin!"
"I'm just a guy who hates uninvited guests," Sebastian corrected.
He opened his green Admin UI. He completely bypassed the standard Ethereal Plane travel mechanics. He used his root access to forcefully tear a hole in the localized server space.
