The Abandoned Luna's Return
This was a ten-story monument to corporate order, his body a polished, featureless marble that reflected the chaos of the city with a cold, mocking clarity.
"Silas, look at me!" I screamed, my voice sounding like wind through a keyhole. I stepped toward him, my flickering feet making no sound on the wet ground. "The white is a lie! It’s just paint! You’re the Shadow King! You’re the glitch that they couldn't kill!"
The Sentry’s massive head tilted. The violet spark I had seen earlier was drowning in a sea of Board-White. A low, rhythmic thrumming began to emanate from his chest—the sound of a hard drive spinning up to execute a command.