The Avatar stumbled. For the first time since it had manifested, the entity looked disoriented. The swirling galaxies that made up its body flickered, its form suddenly conforming to a strict, humanoid hitbox.
"You dare bind me in logic?" the Avatar hissed, its voice losing its omnipotent echo and sounding distinctly angry.
"I am the Administrator," Alvian said, dropping his hands and drawing his spear once more. The room was locked. The physics were stabilized. The chaotic god was now just a very tough, very real monster. "And I say you play by my rules."
He looked at his team, who were quickly recovering from the environmental assault.
"The patch is live," Alvian announced, a cold, predatory smirk touching his lips. "It's grounded. Break its face."
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