The perimeter of the Old World capital was not a physical wall. It was a completely localized breakdown of planetary physics.
As Ren and Chloe descended the jagged ridge of petrified asphalt, the deafening roar of the Category-Five mana sink physically shook the bedrock beneath their boots. The towering, fifty-mile-wide hurricane surrounding the crater was a violent, swirling maelstrom of blinding crimson lightning, hyper-condensed spatial tears, and superheated plasma. It was the System's raw, unfiltered terraforming engine, actively violently rewriting the Earth's crust.
Ren walked directly toward the apocalyptic wall of energy.
His massive, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame remained completely pitch-black, his flawless, frictionless Iron Skin absorbing the blinding crimson glare. He did not brace himself. He did not slow his perfectly measured stride.
The hyper-condensed, ten-foot Aura of the Void surrounding him was an absolute, impenetrable sphere of localized nothingness.
