Draven’s rapier flashed in the dim light of the long corridor. The sharp edge did not strike my throat, slicing instead through the thick fuel lines of the automated Enforcer constructs directly behind my back."Move your feet, Vaxien," Draven said, stepping over a smoking metal chassis. "The chemical lines will vent liquid fire across this floor in less than three seconds. Jump now before you get caught.""You chose a strange moment to turn your blade against the Spire," I said, jumping over a pool of spraying green fluid. "A few minutes ago, you were helping them lock me down.""Do not mistake an alliance of convenience for actual sentimentality," Draven said, his eyes scanning the metal walls. "The primary security gates are already sealing. We need to break through immediately.""I never expected sentiment from you," I said, dodging a piece of falling shrapnel. "But I did expect consistency. You are playing a dangerous game with my life.""Consistency is for the dead, Vaxien," Dra

I looked down and realized my fingers were turning into thin, glowing lines of light. I was not bleeding, but my skin was disappearing like warm wax."Look at yourself, glitch. You are completely unravelling right before my eyes, and you do not even have the decency to beg for your miserable life. Do you see it now? You cannot hold that kind of power. It is destroying you from the inside out, turning your precious code into absolute garbage. You think you are a king, but you are just a dying dog waiting for the slaughter. Look at your hands disappearing. You are pathetic.""I can hold it just fine. This is nothing compared to what I have already survived in this place. I have dealt with worse things than a little glowing skin.” I said.“You should worry about your own skin instead of mine, because your golden armor looks like it is about to fall apart. You are shaking, administrator. Are you afraid of a glitch? You look terrified.""Afraid of you? You are an absolute idiot to even sug