The city bled smoke and dust.
Raven sprinted through the shattered streets of Greywatch, boots pounding against cracked stones slick with blood and ash. Fairyblade ran beside him, shield tucked tight against her side, face grim and set. Around them, chaos reigned—Fold banners rippled through the broken avenues, their soldiers flooding the Inner City like a dark tide.
The main gate had collapsed.
The breach yawned wide, a fatal wound bleeding enemies directly into the heart of the city.
Above the distant roar of battle, Raven caught flickers at the edge of his interface—particle effects bleeding wrong, skill markers glitching a heartbeat behind casts.
A flicker of a smirk tugged at his mouth.
It's starting.
Manual override.
The company was trying to wrestle control back manually, patching the bleeding cracks the system couldn't fix alone. The panic had started. They realized now—too late—what the patch had truly broken.
