"Nice toy," Sebastian muttered, his voice a distorted, metallic hum.
The 40% Error forcefully injected itself directly into the weapon's core registry. The flawless Ethereal iron began to aggressively bubble and boil. The sleek, divine metal turned a deep, flaky orange in a fraction of a second.
The Sun-Splitter Halberd screamed. The magical enchantments actively trying to hold the weapon together were rapidly deleted by the raw, corrupted data.
In less than three seconds, the magnificent, god-tier weapon completely rusted through.
The heavy blade turned brittle, fracturing into a dozen jagged pieces before crumbling entirely into a pile of useless, screaming red dust that blew away in the desert wind.
Vargas stood perfectly still, holding nothing but a tiny, rusted stump of a wooden handle.
He stared at his empty hands. He stared at the terrifying, unmoving figure in the black coat. The illusion of the System's absolute power shattered into a million pieces.
