The ruined streets of Sovereign City sat just outside the protective boundary of the White City dome.
A thick and gray fog covered the ruined landscape.
The area was totally silent. The only sound was the crunch of shattered concrete beneath Vahn Ryker's boots.
Vahn walked with absolute purpose.
His [Verdant Chronos-Sight] was fully engaged. His deep purple eyes glowed with a complex matrix of blue and green circuit lines.
To his team, they were navigating a blind and chaotic wasteland.
But to Vahn, the world was a perfectly illuminated blueprint!
Hovering in the air and weaving through the burnt-out husks of corporate skyscrapers was a glowing red thread of corrupted data.
It was the spatial wake left behind by the Imperial Thief's dimensional jumps.
"He can only phase every four seconds," Vahn noted.
His voice was a calm and analytical drone that easily cut through the howling wind.
