The Fork was breaking apart.
It wasn't coming down in one sudden explosion, but in a slow and painful way, like the whole place was shuddering awake after being asleep for hundreds of years.
Streets bent at strange, crooked angles that didn't make sense. Towers leaned against one another like jagged, broken teeth, and wide stretches of road gave way completely, crumbling into endless pits that seemed to have no bottom.
Through all this ruin, the Dominion kept advancing. They didn't move like ordinary soldiers. Their ranks broke apart, scattered, and then pulled back together again like waves on a shore.
Whenever one of them fell, their body was swallowed up by hungry flames of code and rebuilt in the very next surge. No matter how many times they were struck down, more of them came back, endless and tireless, pushing forward without pause or weakness.
Kaito cut through them in silence, his Reaver-blades tracing paths of shadow that tore light from the air.
