The Grand Hall of the Citadel, once a symbol of multiversal unity, had become a battlefield of conceptual annihilation. The three Sentinels of the First Iteration stood as pillars of unyielding marble and liquid gold, their presence so dense that the air itself began to crystallize into static. Every step they took forced the reality of the Seventh Plane to recede, turning the obsidian floor into a void of non-existence.
"You are a recursive error, Aegis," the lead Sentinel spoke, its voice a perfect, terrifying harmony. "A byproduct of a decaying cycle. Your 'Abyss' is merely a trash heap of discarded data. We will now initiate the deletion of your physical shell."
The Sentinel raised a hand, and a beam of "Erasure Logic" struck Aegis square in the chest. It was not a physical blow; it was a mathematical proof that Aegis did not exist. His skin began to peel away in grey, pixelated flakes. His armor, forged from the heart of a thousand suns, turned into translucent vapor.
