Sinking. Failing. It's different than the crash and split of voxels, but no less fascinating a collapse. No less satisfying, seeing wounds fracture along old lines. A facade crumbling, the pretense of being better... stripped away. There's something clean to that. Something beautiful.

All the more so when standing overhead.

It's such a small thing that stops the descent. Such a pointless speck of ego. Rinzler slants his head, slow and curious as the world around them darkens. No strength. No power. Nothing but red lights, and the reflections of bright blue.

"Is that what you tell yourself?"

The smile can't be seen, but Nihlus will hear it. Taste it. It sings through in the background, an exultant, vicious echo twining in and out around the Voice.

"That you wanted things that way?"