The aftermath of the Syndicate's failed siege left the perimeter of the White City incredibly quiet.
A thousand elite mercenaries remained encased in solid concrete up to their necks. They served as a terrifying reminder of the System Administrator's absolute power. Not a single one of them dared to make even the slightest noise.
Inside the glowing hexagonal dome of the Chronos Hourglass, the civilian refugees went about their day with a complete sense of security. The apocalypse was raging outside, but their God King had literally swallowed an army with a snap of his fingers.
Vahn Ryker sat on the edge of the Sovereign Bank's grand fountain, allowing the cool mist of the water to wash over his face. He looked exhausted. The brilliant azure glow in his eyes had dimmed to a dull tired purple.
"You are going to burn," Aria scolded. Her voice was laced with a fierce protective anxiety she could never quite suppress.
