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... was actively tearing itself apart. The metallic platforms that comprised the industrial zone groaned under the immense pressure of two realities trying to occupy the same space. Above them, the artificial sky was a shattered mosaic of red binary code and the dark, rain-slicked clouds of the real-world Sovereign City.
Vahn Ryker stood near the edge of the maintenance bunker, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his jacket. The [Verdant Chronos-Sight] pulsed faintly in his deep pur ...
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