The twelve Void Wardens moved with apocalyptic speed. They were a synchronized
wave of liquid chrome and glowing red deletion code, closing the fifty-yard gap across the ruined ballroom in less than a heartbeat.
Sebastian didn't attempt to fight them.
Fighting the server's anti-virus software with physical punches was like trying to punch a tsunami.
He needed to unplug the ocean.
"Move," Sebastian commanded his own body.
His thirty-percent physical synchronization fired on all cylinders. His Demigod-tier biology pushed past the restrictive parameters of his Level 42 disguise.
The marble floor beneath his heavy boots instantly shattered into fine dust as he kicked off, launching himself backward with explosive, terrifying force.
SWISH!
