The mechanical voice echoed through every layer of existence.
"Administrator privileges revoked."
The stranger froze.
For the first time in billions of years...
He looked powerless.
The crimson interface surrounding him shattered into thousands of fragments before fading into nothing.
Halo suddenly screamed.
[Connection lost!]
Its blue light flickered violently.
[Primary Authority Offline!]
Astra's silver glow dimmed.
[All World Cores disconnected from Central Network.]
The Seven Architects stared in disbelief.
The eldest slowly backed away.
"No..."
"It can't be."
"The Root System..."
"...has fallen."
Seraph tightened his grip on Halo.
"What just happened?"
The stranger laughed bitterly.
"It finally won."
"Who?"
Before the stranger could answer, the sky cracked open.
Not the heavens.
Reality itself.
A perfectly straight black line appeared from one end of existence to the other.
Then...
It opened.
Beyond it...
There was nothing.
No darkness.
No light.
