Earth was isolated. He had authored the Sovereign's Aegis to physically sever the planet from the multiversal grid. The golden barrier was impenetrable to monsters, players, and Archons alike.
But Prometheus had warned him. A firewall only protects the software. If you take a hammer and smash the physical hard drive, the firewall means absolutely nothing.
When the white wave of the Genesis Protocol hit the specific spatial coordinates where Server 894 was hosted, the golden barrier wouldn't block it. The barrier itself was made of code. The wave would just silently, flawlessly un-render the barrier, and then it would un-render the planet inside it.
Sanctuary. Wraith. Galleon. The billions of terrified, battered survivors who had just stepped out of their bunkers to see a blue sky for the first time in years.
And Valerie.
