Sebastian stood on the sprawling, perfectly smooth platform of polished black obsidian. His heavy combat boots tapped against the glossy surface, the sound echoing outward into the cavernous, oppressive expanse. He had just plummeted down a lightless chasm lined with the rotting, discarded rough drafts of the multiverse's failed gods. Now, he was finally at the front door of the Core OS's most secure facility.
He tilted his featureless black helmet upward, taking in the sheer, mind-breaking scale of the Tartarus Gate.
"Well, somebody was definitely going through a goth phase when they designed this," Sebastian muttered. His voice was a distorted, metallic hum through the helmet's audio filters, but the deadpan sarcasm was entirely human.
