The world was entirely too loud. Even after scrubbing the Void virus from the server, the constant, low level hum of the apocalypse never really stopped.
Sebastian was standing on the high basalt ramparts of Sanctuary, enjoying a rare moment of relative peace. The sky was still a bruised, bleeding crimson, but the immediate five kilometer radius around his fortress was completely devoid of hostile life. The Tier 5 Arcane Towers saw to that.
He was currently drinking a lukewarm cup of instant coffee, watching the labor division haul scrap metal below, when his encrypted comm link violently vibrated against his ribs.
BZZZT! BZZZT!
He pulled the heavy, military grade radio from his coat pocket. It was picking up a signal through the massive magical interference of the atmosphere.
"Customer service, how can I direct your call?" Sebastian answered, his voice dripping with deadpan sarcasm.
Static hissed through the speaker, followed by the heavy, booming sound of artillery fire.
