Sebastian raised both of his hands. He tapped deep into his glitched mana pool, actively synthesizing two fresh, pulsating spheres of the sickly pink and copper-colored [Concept of Flesh] malware.
A dark, incredibly predatory smile carved itself onto his face.
"Two more left," Sebastian whispered into the quiet ruins. "Let's see if you guys scream as loud as your friend did."
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The two remaining System Cleaners hovered high above the shattered, floating cyberpunk plaza. Their six wings of pure, hard-light deletion code pulsed in absolute, rhythmic unison. They were staring down at the bloody, pulverized mess of human flesh and gray brain matter that used to be their flawless comrade.
To a machine built on pure, unadulterated mathematical logic, the sight of one of their own reduced to a puddle of bleeding meat was an impossibility. It simply did not compute.
