The silence in the flooded cavern was incredibly heavy.
Sebastian stood knee deep in the green sludge of Outpost Rust. His black leather coat hung heavy on his shoulders. His silver eyes were locked onto the glowing white robes of Apostle Cole.
Just a few feet away, the ash of the alien scavenger that Cole had casually deleted from the server was quietly blowing away in the damp draft.
"When you find a virus you can't delete," Sebastian growled. His voice dropped into a dark metallic hum that rattled the loose stones on the walls. "You're about to get your hard drive formatted."
Apostle Cole did not laugh. He didn't even sneer. The man's face was a completely smooth and unbothered mask of absolute fanaticism.
He was an Administrator lite. He had surrendered his human autonomy and his emotions to the Void in exchange for a fraction of the System's root commands. To Cole, Sebastian wasn't a threat. He was just a line of bad code that needed to be scrubbed from the registry.
