The vibration started from the soles of their feet.At first it was just a low hum traveling through the steel plates. But in a matter of seconds, the hum turned into a localized earthquake that tore at their sanity.The steel structure of the Iron Dam Control Tower groaned holding back from snapping.The steel floor where Sora, Elara, and Niko stood suddenly tilted fifteen degrees. Dozens of instrument panels on the walls exploded in unison. Sparks and glass shards were thrown into the air. The main lights died completely, replaced by the red blinking of emergency lights flashing in sync with the wail of sirens.Sora staggered forward. His left hand hit the observation window frame to keep his balance.Sora's single eye stared straight through the dusty glass. His heart seemed to stop beating.Down below, on the Main Gate bridge, hundreds of thousands of Ruzkai refugees had just broken the final peg. The Vanguard front line raised their wea

Time had lost its value on this rocky slope.Every passing second was no longer measured by heartbeats. Time was now measured by the sound of wet flesh dragging across limestone.The roar of millions of tons of water destroying the valley below slowly faded in their ears. That sound was replaced by a chorus of hoarse breaths drawing closer.The smell of rust, wet mud, and rotting flesh mixed together in the cold night air. Raindrops hit the rock surface with a sickening rhythm.Ganda stood motionless at the bottleneck point.His shoes sank halfway into the black mud. The tip of the Dao sword in his right hand pointed straight down. Rainwater and fresh blood dripped slowly from the steel blade, merging with the brown puddle beneath his feet.Behind him, the air felt incredibly heavy.Niko kept walking backward. His heels hit the vertical cliff wall with a soft thud. The man slumped slowly until he sat in a puddle of water. His right ha

The air in the Eastern Canyon was no longer fit for human breathing.The blackish green spore fog descended increasingly thick. The clumps of toxic dust settled downward resembling dirty snow bringing death.Every breath felt like swallowing fine glass shards.Ganda stood on the rocky terrace, his chest rising and falling with great difficulty. The taste of rusty iron stung sharply at the base of his tongue. His vision began to blur at the edges.The world narrowed to a radius of only a few meters. The rest was covered by thick fog and the darkness left over from the hydraulic apocalypse.Down below, the remnants of the Ruzkai refugees who survived the flood crawled over the sea of mud. Their command formation was completely shattered. They were merely clumps of dying flesh, coughing up black blood, trying to find dry land.The Carrion Unit was in no better condition.The open wounds on their bodies felt burned by the air particles. T