He placed himself perfectly in the center of their trajectory. He was just a single, six-foot-two humanoid glitch standing in front of an apocalyptic tidal wave of cosmic destruction.
"I really hate bugs," Sebastian whispered.
He rolled his shoulders. The jagged, red error runes carved into his black silhouette flared with a blinding, aggressive light. He let the digital ash freely bleed off his form, entirely unsuppressing the catastrophic, unhinged power of his 99% Error Accumulation.
He wasn't going to hide. He wasn't going to run.
He was the Sovereign of Laws. He was the eternal guard dog.
And the mailman had just stepped onto the porch.
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The Juncture was normally a place of absolute, suffocating silence.
Not anymore.
