He intentionally pushed a thick layer of his bruised-purple, corrupted malware to the outer edge of his boots. The moment the dark static touched the pristine white light of the bridge, the siphoning effect sputtered and violently choked.
*SST-SST.*
"Take that, you greedy floorboards," Sebastian smirked, feeling his momentum instantly increase as the drag vanished.
They had covered roughly two miles of the massive bridge when a new, terrifying sound cut through the dead air.
*RRROOOAAARRR!*
It wasn't the mechanical shriek of a System Cleaner or the booming command of an Archon. It was a raw, chaotic, incredibly violent battle cry.
Sebastian didn't slow his sprint, but he glanced over his shoulder.
Pouring onto the beginning of the light bridge, silhouetted against the fiery, blood-red sky of the prison dimension, was a massive horde of people.
It was the vanguard of the damned army.
