Nexus Prime hadn't changed after months of being away.
Owen stood on a rooftop overlooking the city's central district, watching the lights flicker on as evening fell. The same towers. The same traffic. The same distant hum of millions of people who had no idea that demon generals were dying across the world, that the seal holding the Desecrator was weakening, that the Will might wake at any moment and decide they needed to be reset again.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Solhart stood beside him, his Blonde hair catching the wind, his eyes fixed on the same view. "How the world continues, How people go to work, raise families, worry about taxes and traffic, while everything that makes their existence possible is falling apart around them."
"Well, you've been watching for a thousand years," Owen said. "Does it get easier?"
