Rubedo sat back on his throne and brushed a speck of dust from his lapel.
However, the very next second, the sky above the Seventeenth Continent fractured into a blinding dome of white static. The digital corruption slammed down over the coastal borders to seal the entire landmass inside an impenetrable sphere of dead pixels.
The crashing waves of the ocean ceased immediately. Millions of gallons of saltwater evaporated into a blank and colorless void.
Gorak stood on the eastern parapets of Bastion and watched the distant horizon simply vanish. He gripped his war-axe as the ground beneath the fortress trembled. The deletion wave marched inward to scrub the bedrock directly out of the game engine.
Rubedo gripped the obsidian armrests of his throne. His primary monitor flashed a continuous stream of fatal error prompts. The system abandoned targeted strikes to initiate a complete sector quarantine.
