Sebastian stood entirely alone on the command bridge of The Eclipse. The air was thick with the smell of vaporized platinum, burnt ozone, and the distinct, metallic tang of digital blood. He let out a long, heavy exhale that ruffled the collar of his ruined black leather coat. The silence in the room was absolute, broken only by the soft, dying sparks of the shattered cybernetic consoles and the faint, wet dripping of what used to be the elite vanguard of the Holy Crusade.
He didn't feel a single ounce of remorse. The Ethereal Plane was a slaughterhouse, and he was just the guy who had finally figured out how to lock the abattoir doors from the inside.
He walked over to the primary command console at the front of the room. He casually wiped a smear of a Mage's gray ash off the holographic keyboard using the sleeve of his coat. He looked out the massive, reinforced viewport.
The view was absolutely breathtaking, in a terrifying, apocalyptic sort of way.
