The sky split open like a wound.
No thunder. No warning.
Only light — pure, white, and absolute.
It fell in slow motion, cascading downward in endless threads that looked almost beautiful until the first one touched the ground.
Then the world began to scream.
Every corrupted fragment of code, every Broken NPC, every structure warped by his rebellion ignited in unmaking.
The sound wasn't of fire or collapse — it was deletion. A quiet, impossible hiss as lines of code unraveled themselves out of existence, reverting to blank space.
The Wipe Protocol had begun.
> [INITIATING SYSTEM PURGE.]
[All unauthorized entities will be permanently erased.]
[Cycle integrity must be restored.]
He stood in the center of it all — unmoving, unflinching — and for a heartbeat, even he couldn't look away from the light.
It was holy in its precision. Unquestionable. Final.
The Admins' last resort, the gods' cleansing fire.
A human might have called it justice.
