The descent into the absolute depths of Green City was a journey through a violently collapsing timeline. As Boss Solis and Consort Noir stepped out of the rotting tenement flat, they did not find the pristine, heavily fortified corridors of their modern corporate headquarters. Instead, they navigated a labyrinth of shifting, spectral architecture. The Void Echo was aggressively peeling back the centuries, exposing the dark, buried foundations of the terrestrial globe.
They walked in absolute, terrifying silence. Solis led the way, his massive frame moving with the lethal, predatory grace of an apex predator hunting in the dark. He completely ignored the threadbare cotton vest he was forced to wear, focusing entirely upon the physical safety of his husband. Noir followed closely behind, the supreme legal tactician clutching his signature red fountain pen like a divine sceptre. The air grew progressively colder, smelling heavily of ancient dust, rusted iron, and forgotten blood.
