The central plaza of the White City was busy as an emergency camp.
Hana directed groups of survivors to housing sectors and handed out the high-tier food supplies Vahn had taken from the Spire.
Sia Vance stood like a terrifying statue near the supply crates. Her sheer presence made sure the distribution remained orderly.
Vahn Ryker stood on the steps of the Sovereign Bank, casually observing the flow of his newly established empire. He wore a simple dark combat jacket, completely devoid of any flashy armor or glowing enchantments.
To the untrained eye, he looked like a standard civilian. But the thousands of people whispering in the plaza knew exactly what he had done. He was the anomaly who had broken the sky.
The fragile peace was interrupted by the heavy thud of armored boots marching across the marble tiles.
