The White City was a massive digital structure. It was a ten block sanctuary of pristine marble and clean air standing in absolute defiance of the apocalyptic storm raging outside its borders. Inside the glowing dome of the Chronos Hourglass, nearly five thousand refugees had gathered.
They filled the plazas and the transformed commercial buildings, a chaotic mix of terrified real world civilians and low level players who had barely survived the initial wave of the Convergence.
Vahn Ryker stood on the elevated balcony of the Sovereign Bank and looked down at the sprawling crowd. His Verdant Chronos Sight mapped the logistical flow of the sanctuary. Aria was tirelessly moving through the masses. Her Crimson Lotus Vestments glowed as she dispensed healing magic and cured the lingering effects of abyssal radiation.
Hana was organizing food distribution, leveraging her natural charm to keep the panicked civilians calm.
