The Sovereign Gate stood tall in the center of the financial district as a symbol of humanity's arrogant misunderstanding of their own reality.
Before the Convergence, it had been a massive high tech transit hub. It was built by the corporate guilds to regulate player access into Aetheria.
Now, as the Spire violently overwrote the physical world, the Gate had transformed completely.
It was a towering archway of pulsing dark iron and glowing crimson runes, heavily fortified by the Syndicate. They were the private army loyal to Pierce Valerius.
Vahn Ryker stood at the edge of a ruined overpass, looking down at the heavily entrenched plaza.
The rain had picked up again, a freezing downpour that hissed as it struck Sia Vance's heat radiating obsidian shield.
"Tactical assessment," Sia murmured. Her silver grey eyes scanned the courtyard with ruthless precision.
