The fifteenth floor of the Chronos Spire was actively tearing itself apart. The metallic platforms that comprised the industrial zone groaned under the immense pressure of two realities trying to occupy the same space. Above them, the artificial sky was a shattered mosaic of red binary code and the dark, rain-slicked clouds of the real-world Sovereign City.
Vahn Ryker stood near the edge of the maintenance bunker, his hands resting casually in the pockets of his jacket. The [Verdant Chronos-Sight] pulsed faintly in his deep purple eyes, mapping the catastrophic failure of the game's engine. The Convergence wasn't accelerating anymore. It had breached the threshold. The localized data of Aetheria was hemorrhaging into Earth's physical atmosphere.
