The burning, sparking graveyard of the Old World industrial blockade cast long, flickering orange shadows across the pristine white polymer of the commercial avenue.
Ren walked through the localized destruction without breaking his frictionless, perfectly measured stride. The Domain of the Abyss continued to aggressively project a one-mile spherical radius of absolute, zero-point control. The massive, towering glass skyscrapers lining the street violently dimmed as he passed, their hyper-advanced fusion conduits completely choked by the massive, invisible gravity well expanding from his chest.
The civilian panic had completely evacuated the central sector.
The meticulously manicured green parks and the artificial crystal rivers were entirely abandoned. Millions of Level 0, completely unmutated humans had fled to the subterranean residential blocks, desperately locking their automated doors as if standard Old World drywall could stop a Category-Five extinction event.
