The sheer thermal pressure of the blast instantly vaporized the knee-deep puddle of mechanical gore and oil surrounding Sebastian's boots, turning the fluid into a thick, foul-smelling cloud of black steam.
"Fucking hell," Sebastian grunted, leaning his weight forward against the gale-force wind.
His [Thermal Immunity] passive law instantly slammed into maximum overdrive. An invisible, cooling barrier wrapped tightly around his physical rendering, desperately batting away the apocalyptic heat wave. If a normal Level 100 player had been standing where he was, their armor would have instantly melted to their skin, and their lungs would have flash-fried from a single breath.
Slowly, agonizingly, the gap widened enough for a massive Vanguard dreadnought to fly through.
The grinding gears deep within the planet finally screeched to a halt. The doors locked into place.
The Tartarus Gate was open.
