The transition was complete. The world had officially broken.
Sebastian stood on the high sweeping basalt ramparts of the newly manifested Sanctuary. The cool magical breeze generated by the Citadel's internal climate controls ruffled his black leather coat.
He rested his hands on the obsidian parapet and looked out over the reality of Day Zero.
The contrast was jarring and utterly surreal. Behind him was a masterpiece of dark fantasy architecture, a towering gothic stone fortress that belonged in a medieval RPG.
But outside the walls, it was the industrial district of 2077.
Or at least, what was left of it. The violent expansion of the Sanctuary had physically flattened the immediate surrounding city blocks. Rusted factories and concrete high-rises had been pushed outward, creating a massive flat perimeter of crushed rubble around the black walls.
