I'm not fighting an army, Princess." Sebastian smirked. A dark and utterly unhinged glint appeared in his visible silver eyes. "I'm going to talk to the manager."
He turned on his heel. He didn't walk to the teleportation dais. He didn't need it anymore. He was the Sovereign of Laws.
He tapped into his absolute authority over spatial coordinates.
"Hold the fort." Sebastian said.
FZZZT.
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The transition wasn't a dizzying blur of light. It was an instant and seamless snap from the claustrophobic medical ward of Sanctuary to the absolute desolate nightmare of the Arctic Circle.
Sebastian materialized on a jagged floating iceberg.
The wind hit him instantly. It howled with the force of a massive hurricane. But Sebastian didn't shiver.
His conceptual [Thermal Immunity] batted the cold temperatures away like annoying gnats.
He looked up.
The sky above the North Pole was completely broken. It didn't look like a sunset or a storm.
