"Let's see how long you can stay on the page," Malakor had sneered, and as the floor beneath us dissolved into a flickering neon checkerboard, I realized the "page" was currently trying to delete my left boot.
"Ren! My square is blinking! Why is it blinking?!" Tybalt shrieked, his voice hitting a register that probably only Cerberus could hear. He was balanced precariously on one leg, clutching his heavy bag of mana-flour to his chest like a shield. The tile beneath him was strobing a violent, angry red, the word 'NULL' scrolling across it in jagged white pixels.
"Jump, Ty! To the green one on your right!" I yelled, parrying a bolt of violet soul-fire that Malakor had flicked carelessly from the tip of his spine-staff. The impact sent a jar through my arm, my Level 25 Strength the only thing keeping the "Edge of Reality" from being whipped out of my hand.
