Transcendental Cyber God

Chapter Fifteen

Fred Alabaster was dying for a drink—something to soothe his troubled soul. There'd be unrest in the continent lately, and Selene was just a tiny part of the puzzle.

He poured himself a glass of wine absentmindedly, his thoughts muddled up.

The continent of Anthras had to deal with rogue mages before, but never to this extent. And it was getting even more challenging to turn away from the troubles knocking on his door. Now, he had to deal with rogue mages and cyborgs. They'd turned the world into a cesspool of chaos.

The Defenders ran out of space in the Crypts to throw the rotten eggs in. And if things continued at the pace they were going…

Fucking hell, I need a stronger drink.

Fred wasn't cut out for things like this; he was a diplomat and a politician. But he couldn't abandon his people. The City of Selene was a city but likened to a country because it had the feel of one. But that wasn't the problem, no. The problem was what lurked underneath that city.

The denizens of the un