The twelve Void Wardens moved with apocalyptic speed. They were a synchronized
wave of liquid chrome and glowing red deletion code, closing the fifty-yard gap
across the ruined ballroom in less than a heartbeat.
Sebastian didn't attempt to fight them. Fighting the server's anti-virus
software with physical punches was like trying to punch a tsunami.
He needed to unplug the ocean.
"Move," Sebastian commanded his own body.
His thirty-percent physical synchronization fired on all cylinders. His
Demigod-tier biology pushed past the restrictive parameters of his Level 42
disguise. The marble floor beneath his heavy boots instantly shattered into fine
dust as he kicked off, launching himself backward with explosive, terrifying
force.
SWISH!
Four red logic-blades violently converged on the exact spatial coordinates where
his head had been a microsecond prior. The error code of their weapons clashed,
letting out a horrific screech of static that smelled intensely of burning
