Corbin was completely losing his mind. The rogue code-smith was running in circles, his grease-stained overalls flapping as he tried to yank expensive mana-crystals out of his overheating server banks.
"They're here! The Saints are here!" Corbin shrieked, dropping a crystal and ignoring it as it shattered on the concrete. "The proximity alarms are maxed out! There's enough holy mana up there to vaporize this entire skull!
We're dead! We're deleted!"
Sebastian stood in the center of the chaotic room. He wasn't running. He wasn't packing.
He just stood there, his black leather coat perfectly still, his silver-tinged eyes radiating a terrifying, deadpan calmness.
"Calm down, Seattle," Sebastian said smoothly, his voice entirely devoid of panic.
He casually checked the clasps on his tactical gloves. "It's just a little traffic jam."
