The automaton screamed as it died.
Districts buckled and collapsed. Towers snapped and fell like trees. Bridges broke into rivers of molten brass. The body of Brasswick, once marching toward eternity, crumbled into ruin.
From its chest erupted a pillar of light—the Sanctum tearing itself apart.
Selene clutched Elric's arm as they staggered through the collapsing chamber. "Tell me you've got a plan, detective!"
Elric's lips curled in the faintest of grim smiles. "I had one. And she chose another. That's the plan now."
The Phantom's voices echoed in fury as his form disintegrated, torn between a thousand selves. "No… no! You are error! You cannot… cannot…"
But the words fell to static, drowned in the roar of choice made real.
The rebels below watched in awe as the colossal figure of Brasswick shuddered, groaned, and finally collapsed to its knees.
The god-machine was falling.