The reaction was instantaneous.
The arcane acid violently ate through the reinforced visor.
The guard's muffled agonizing screams bubbled up through the liquid for exactly
two seconds before his brain pan completely dissolved.
Sebastian pulled the headless smoking corpse back over the railing and dropped it onto the floor.
Two down. No alarms. No magic. Just pure physical violence.
He cracked his knuckles and the sound was entirely muted by his dampening suit.
He walked calmly down the catwalk and headed for the central control room.
He didn't sneak anymore. He just walked.
A squad of three Elite Guards rounded the corner.
They were Level 60 and wore the heavy polished black armor of the Onyx Syndicate
while holding crackling energy halberds.
"Hey! Who the fuck are you?!" the lead Elite shouted and raised his weapon. "Identify yourself!"
Sebastian didn't stop walking and didn't speak.
He just raised his right hand.
He couldn't use his world-breaking conceptual laws.
