The cold, jagged iron of the Northern border wall wasn't designed to keep monsters out; it was designed to keep the infection in. Kaizen clambered over a stack of crates that felt more like hardened flesh than treated wood, the stench of stagnant miasma sticking to his lungs like a damp wool coat. "Rafen, talk to me. If those sensors are live, the Inquisitors are going to pin us on this wall before we can reach the jump-off point," Kaizen barked, his voice straining against the howling wind.Rafen adjusted his goggles, the brass rim catching the moonlight. "I'm rerouting the sensor grid, but it’s messy, Kai. The architecture here? It’s not brick anymore. Look."Rafen touched a wall-stud. The 'stone' pulsated, turning transparent for a split second before clotting back into dark, synthetic slate. "It’s as if the blight has leaked into the construction materials. The wall is essentially a giant filter, and it’s straining the city&rsqu