The Eschaton debacle — "Lord and his cart are now…"
Lord and his cart are now literally making tracks for the edge of the map.
Context
Lord in flight with his crazy-wheeled cart and the game's whole "nervous system" on the Yushityu's hard drive, seconds before the collision that puts his head through the monitor. The narration's "literally" is doing the theme's work: there is an edge of the map, you can run for it, and the snow records your tracks on it.