Sebastian let out a long heavy exhale that ruffled the collar of his ruined leather coat. He stood in the center of the Iron Wraiths' boardroom surrounded by the absolute carnage he had just caused.
The heavy steel blast doors were twisted wreckage. The meat cube that used to be four elite Syndicate mages was slowly dripping onto the expensive mahogany table.
But for the first time since he had forcefully yanked himself out of the Ethereal Plane, Sebastian actually felt good.
The Premium Server Filter had done its job. The suffocating terrifying Void Toxicity that had been literally un-rendering his left arm into a mess of green static was completely gone. His physical body had stabilized at a solid thirty percent synchronization.
