Retribution emerged from the collapsing dungeon, stepping out into the ruined city just as the structure behind him began to self-destruct. His figure radiated calm authority, his Doppelgangers and hybrids already having completed their duty of clearing every last monster inside. The battlefield behind him crumbled, but the city before him remained in his grasp.
Across the streets, rifts to the sanctuary bloomed open one after another, shimmering like vast gateways to another realm. Every hybrid under Aaron's command worked tirelessly, ushering the surviving citizens into safety. Families, children, even animals were pulled through the glowing rifts. The sanctuary welcomed not only people but also objects they held deep affection for—heirlooms, keepsakes, even worn-down tools that symbolized memories of lives they would never return to. This city would soon be abandoned forever.
