The final fifteen stories of the corporate tower were not a climb; they were a localized extinction event.
As Ren hauled his massive, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame up the rusted steel girders, the Aura of the Void expanded upward with him like a rising tide of absolute death. The synthetic jungle that had choked the Old World skyscraper for eight months was violently, systematically erased.
Massive, train-sized vines pulsing with bioluminescent green sap instantly turned a sickly, necrotic black the microsecond they entered his hundred-yard perimeter. The hyper-mutated, diamond-hard bark crystallized and shattered under its own weight. Millions of massive leaves withered into a massive, cascading waterfall of dry, grey ash that rained down endlessly onto the cracked asphalt far below.
Ren moved through the center of the decay with flawless, frictionless silence.
