The neon lights of Sovereign City bled through the grimy window of the apartment, casting long, erratic shadows across the small living room. Vahn Ryker stood perfectly still, his hands resting on the windowsill, his deep purple eyes locked on the sky above the financial district.
The swirling vortex of dark energy was growing. It was a massive, geometric tear in reality, pulsing with a sick, corrupted red light that only his[Verdant Chronos-Sight] could perceive. But it wasn't just a hole in the sky anymore.
Faintly, like a ghost overlaying the physical world, the colossal, monolithic structure of the Chronos Spire was beginning to render itself into Earth's atmosphere.
