The march down the petrified obsidian avenue was a masterclass in absolute, terrifying inevitability.
Ren's Level 40 Abyssal Sovereign architecture had just absorbed an unprecedented, catastrophic influx of raw System data from the Level 48 Architect nodes. His hyper-condensed muscle fibers were completely saturated with localized planetary authority. Every frictionless step his heavy combat boots took against the perfectly smooth, black glass of the street sent a completely silent, invisible shockwave of absolute zero-point energy rippling through the convergence zone.
He didn't just own the ten-foot vacuum bubble surrounding him and Chloe. He was actively subjugating the Category-Five atmospheric pressure of the entire city.
Exactly one mile down the avenue, the massive, beating terrestrial heart of the incubation chamber dominated the bruised violet skyline.
