The Grand Arena had been reduced to a quiet graveyard. It was completely filled with shattered marble and violently disconnected avatars.
Sebastian stood right in the center of the ruin. His black leather coat flapped gently in the artificial breeze. His silver tinged eyes were firmly locked on the towering pile of rubble where the final challenger stood.
The Apostle!
Up close, the player did not even look human anymore. The avatar was wrapped in a tattered dark cloak that seemed to absorb all the light around it. But it was the skin underneath that made Sebastian turn his stomach.
The physical form of the Apostle was constantly shifting. It broke apart into jagged strings of black and neon purple code before snapping back together with a wet sound. It looked like a rubber band made of rotting meat.
"You look like a walking 404 error," Sebastian called out. His voice echoed across the silent sands.
"Seriously, Have you tried turning yourself off and on again?"
