Rex stopped two streets away from the edge of the western plaza.
He had been moving toward the remaining scattered undead constructs in the northern district with the intention of managing their shutdown in a way that looked like active combat rather than a dead link's passive shutdown, because the distinction between those two things mattered for the record of tonight's events.
Rex stopped to admire the view, which he found increasingly interesting the longer he looked at it.
From where he was standing, at the intersection of two streets in the northern market district, he could see the western sky where the plaza was. Rex had imagined what the sky above the plaza looked like at this hour, after Apollo's absolute ceiling release, but he hadn't fully expected it.
