The Prime Auditor slowly lowered its glass hand. It did not wait for a reply from Arthur. It did not acknowledge Cassia or Vane.
The construct turned around, stepped back into the geometric tear in the sky, and vanished from reality.
The tear snapped shut. The oppressive, sterile grey lighting of the plaza instantly faded. The normal, dingy neon glow of the Margin returned, casting long shadows over the piles of fresh ash.
Vane dropped his heavy sword. The metal clanged loudly against the stone. His chest heaved up and down as he leaned back against a nearby concrete barrier.
"What... what the hell just happened?" Vane breathed. He wiped a hand across his scarred, sweaty face.
Cassia slowly lowered her hands away from her stun pistols. A genuinely amazed smile spread across her face. She looked at Arthur like she was seeing him for the first time.
"He just out bureaucrated a cosmic executioner," Cassia said, shaking her head.
