The penthouse of the Sovereign National Bank was a sanctuary suspended in a dying world.
Vahn Ryker stood by the shattered floor to ceiling windows. The cold rain whipped against his face.
Behind him Kora sat on the ruined velvet sofa. The tiny dragon girl chewed on raw code and swung her legs. She was entirely unbothered by the terrifying landscape outside.
Vahn wasn't looking at his living room. His deep purple eyes glowed with the persistent azure circuits of his [Verdant Chronos-Sight] as they locked onto the sky.
Sovereign City was screaming!
The [Chronos Hourglass] hummed steadily on the ground floor. It projected a massive translucent white dome that secured their ten block radius. Inside the White City, the physics engine was completely stable. The marble was clean, the air was pure, and the thousands of refugees huddled in the plazas were safe.
But outside the barrier, reality was bleeding.
