Floating through the absolute nothingness of the Juncture was honestly starting to piss Sebastian off.
There was no up, no down, and absolutely no breathable air. It was just a chaotic, swirling purple soup of deleted server code and the shattered, floating corpses of dead planets. If depression had a physical location, this was it.
"I really hate this patch," Sebastian grunted. His voice echoed weirdly inside his own skull since there was no atmosphere to carry the sound.
He didn't cast a flight spell. Without his connection to the Earth server, his magical conduits were completely bricked. Instead, he relied entirely on the raw, unadulterated Concept of Mass he had violently ripped from the system's foundational code.
By dropping his physical weight to absolute zero, he had launched himself through the void like a fleshy bullet.
His destination loomed in the distance, cutting through the dark purple smog like a nightmare.
