The city is consumed by nightfall. Rain streaks down from a pitch-black sky, reflecting in shattered glass and pools of oil-slicked water on the ground. The skyline is jagged, broken by years of war and corruption. High above, on the skeletal remains of a skyscraper, Vantablade waits in silence. The streets below teem with fear, sirens wailing, gangs ruling unchecked, and whispers of a dark figure that leaves only corpses behind. “Welcome to the end of everything you thought was safe.”
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