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He slowly drew his Nodachi.
The blade wasn't made of steel, and it wasn't made of magenta plasma. It was forged from pure, hyper-condensed Origin-Code, but the frequency had been entirely corrupted. It glowed with a blinding, absolute white light that hurt to look at.
"I am the Architect of the Sky," the Shogun declared. "And I will format you myself."
The Shogun didn't run. He simply vanished.
"Where did he go?!" Reyes shouted, sweeping her plasma rifle across the empty courtyard.