The headless, lifeless body of the Seraph dissolved into a cloud of harmless white pixels, slipping through Sebastian's boots and scattering into the dark wind.
Sebastian snatched the glowing orb of Pristine Source Code out of the air before it could fall. He held it up, inspecting the brilliant, unblemished light. It was the purest form of data in the multiverse, and he had just successfully bullied three of its guardians into the grave.
"Three down," Sebastian muttered, pocketing the glowing orb into his inventory. "I really hope they don't have a respawn timer."
He engaged his [Concept of Mass], dropping his weight to zero, and drifted gracefully down through the floating ruins. He navigated the shattered neon signs and upside-down skyscrapers, heading back toward the dark alleyway where Gwen had parked the Rusthound.
He landed heavily on the rusted metal ramp of the ship's open airlock.
