The Luxury Yacht (B) cut through the swollen, silty waters of the Ohio River, its warp-capable engines humming at a low, sub-audible frequency designed to evade aquatic sonar.William stood on the bridge, watching the shoreline of what was once Kentucky slide past. It was no longer a state; it was a wall of impenetrable green. The Thousand Mile Barrier—the atmospheric and systemic wall that prevented high-speed aerial or warp travel—forced him to navigate the old waterways. But for a man with a B-Grade vessel and a silenced engine, the rivers were the veins of the continent, and he was the only blood cell moving freely.He was returning from the Harvest. The Million Tote (L) was heavy with the weight of the Midwest: grain silos, heirloom seed vaults, and enough agricultural machinery to jumpstart a civilization. He had secured the future. Now, he had to survive the present.William turned his attention to the holographic interface floating above the yacht’s console. Specifically, the

William had just cleared the Pentagon’s watergate, the Spydar humming invisibly in his accessory slot, when the world turned orange.It wasn't the soft hue of a sunset. It was the violent, shimmering orange of a kiln being opened.The predictive algorithm of the Spydar screamed a warning in his retinal display—Thermal Spike Detected. Sector 1 (Capitol) Initiating Launch.—but William didn't need the A-Grade accessory to tell him the sky was burning.From the drowned center of the National Mall, three miles away, the Scorch-Scale Sovereign took flight.It was a terrifying majesty. The A-Grade Boss didn't flap wings; it didn't have any. It simply uncoiled from the shattered rotunda of the Capitol Building, rising on a column of superheated air that instantly flash-boiled the surrounding swamp water. A massive plume of steam, white and dense, erupted upwards, only to be blown apart by the creature’s sheer thermal pressure.The dragon ascended, its long, serpentine body undulating through

The orange glow of the Scorch-Scale Sovereign descended from the zenith of the sky, casting long, twisting shadows across the drowned ruins of Washington D.C. William, crouched behind the shattered limestone railing of the Arlington Memorial Bridge, gripped the handle of his Gauss Cannon tight, his knuckles white inside the Aegis-Vanguard gauntlets.He expected a siege. The Spydar in his accessory slot was screaming predictive warnings about thermal spikes and mana pressure. In his experience, a Boss Monster returning to its lair after a patrol was hyper-vigilant—a predator checking its territory for intruders before settling down.Wil