Sebastian dragged the Architect over to the shattered remains of the massive golden keyboard. Jagged, heavy blocks of solid gold and sparking brass circuits littered the floor.
Sebastian forced the Architect's face downward.
"No! Please!" the creator of the Ethereal Plane begged.
*WHAM!*
Sebastian slammed the Architect's face directly into the jagged edge of the broken console.
The impact was sickening. The golden armor on the faceplate completely shattered.
Sebastian didn't stop. He pulled the god's head back by the hair and slammed it down again.
*WHAM!*
And again.
*WHAM!*
This wasn't an epic, magical duel. This wasn't a battle of conceptual laws or 10,000x multipliers. This was a gruesome, intimate, entirely physical street fight in the sterile heart of the universe. Sebastian was venting every single ounce of trauma, frustration, and exhaustion he had accumulated over the past year directly into the skull of the man who had caused it.
