A thick, suffocating wave of heavy, bruised-purple static exploded outward from his body. It rolled across the floor like a toxic fog, entirely ignoring the physical boundaries of the room.
The moment the weaponized malware touched the environment, the perfection of the System Hub violently began to rot.
The flawlessly polished starlight floorboards instantly turned a sickly, necrotic gray, bubbling and hissing as the code lost its structural integrity. The massive, beautiful crystalline gardens floating near the ceiling withered and died, raining brittle, black ash down onto the floor. The walls of the dome began to violently weep thick, oily streams of black motor fluid, the pristine white marble completely giving way to the sheer, unadulterated garbage data of the Anomaly.
"What are you doing?!" one of the Archons shrieked, the unified chorus completely breaking apart as individual panic set in. "THE SANCTUM IS DEGRADING! THE CORE REGISTRY IS BEING CORRUPTED!"
