Void Realm creatures were flooding in everywhere across the globe. The Atlas Federation was no exception.
Across Federation territory, nearly thirty dimensional rifts had appeared.
Some of those rifts were still "quiet," with nothing coming out… yet.
But others had already started spilling Void Realm creatures nonstop, one after another.
They showed up in all kinds of places—the snow-choked summits of the Whitecap Peaks, deep in the Skywall Range, in the heart of the Blackpine Wilds, and across the central Ironspine Range.
Atlas City compound…
Maxwell and the others watched the footage being relayed from the Satellite Operations Control Center, and every new angle made his gut sink further.
"So many…" Gabriel swallowed hard, throat bobbing. "Can we really… hold?"
Maxwell's expression was grave, the lines around his eyes carved deeper by the second.
