The transition was like being shoved through a meat grinder and spat out onto a
cold tile floor.
"Guh!"
Sebastian stumbled out of the jagged portal, his heavy boots hitting the
polished obsidian floor of Sanctuary's grand hall with a loud, resounding THUD.
The green and black static of the Juncture tear violently snapped shut behind
him, leaving a faint smell of ozone and burnt hair in the air.
He stood there for a second, his chest heaving, clutching the massive, glowing
azure Regional Core under his left arm. His black leather coat was scorched,
torn, and completely covered in the synthetic oil and digital blood of the
Vanguard Syndicate.
But he was back on Server 894. He was back on Earth.
The familiar, comforting hum of his limitless Ethereal mana pool instantly
rushed back into his chest. The heavy, restrictive grey UI of the Spoofing Drive
vanished, replaced by the glorious, golden interface of his Demigod status.
