The ash-choked ruins of Sovereign City stretched endlessly beneath the fractured sky.
Outside the protective boundary of the White City, the world was a desolate canvas of gray concrete and corrupted red data streams. The silence was absolute. It was broken only by the crunch of boots against the ruined asphalt and the distant guttural roars of high-level Abyssal anomalies hunting in the smog.
Vahn Ryker navigated the wasteland with fluid effortless grace.
He didn't wear heavy armor. His simple black combat jacket fluttered in the toxic wind. His Agility allowed him to weave through the debris with the casual ease of a man taking a morning stroll.
"I still think taking Sia would have been more optimal," Aria muttered. She stepped carefully over a molten piece of slag.
