Humanity had a remarkable talent for adapting to the apocalypse. But they had an even greater talent for political sabotage!
Three days had passed since Vahn Ryker forcefully conquered the mana well and the gold spire.
The White City was currently thriving. Hana had established a perfect rationing system. She used the infinite water supply to cultivate hydroponic gardens right inside the lobbies of the corporate skyscrapers.
Aria and her medical corps had completely wiped out the lingering abyssal sickness.
But as the physical survival of the refugees stabilized, the social dynamics rapidly deteriorated.
Vahn stood on the elevated balcony of the Sovereign Bank and leaned against the glass railing. He watched the central plaza below him.
A massive crowd had gathered in the area. They completely surrounded a makeshift stage constructed from wooden crates.
