SEVER ZERO
It floated two inches above the obsidian floor, entirely unbothered by gravity.
"I am the Administrator," the Avatar spoke, its liquid-metal face perfectly smooth. "I am the architect of Aethelgard. I am the logic that keeps fifty million biologicals from descending into chaotic self-destruction."
"You're a warden," Ren corrected, lowering his rifle slightly but keeping his finger inside the trigger guard. He stepped forward, his boots crunching on the frost. "You built a cage, disguised it as a game, and fed the poor to the rich to keep the gears turning."