"I put their heads on pikes like you asked," Wraith said casually, dropping the heavy box onto the grass with a loud *THUD*. "But I found this sitting in the center of their camp. It was wired into a car battery and a pile of Source Code shards. It felt... wrong. So I brought it back."
Sebastian frowned, stepping away from Valerie and approaching the iron box.
The moment he got within three feet of it, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It didn't feel like the natural, unbound magic of the new world. It felt rigid. It felt sterile. It felt exactly like the Ethereal Plane.
"What is that thing?" Valerie asked, her corporate instincts flaring. She stepped up beside him, her blue eyes narrowing at the glowing red crystals.
"It's a localized server anchor," Sebastian whispered, a cold, heavy knot forming in his stomach.
Suddenly, the red crystals on the box violently flared.
*BEEEEEEP!*
