The Abyss, Sixth Layer, Foundry Citadel.
The scene was apocalyptic, a tableau of magnificent destruction.
The active volcano housing the Scourge Wardens was in the throes of a violent seizure. The earth groaned and buckled, sending tremors rolling through the bedrock. From the caldera, it wasn't magma that erupted, but a geyser of raw, kinetic Scourge energy—a torrent of violent power blasting skyward.
This pillar of energy slammed into the underside of the Foundry Citadel's defensive barrier, feeding the matrix. The shield dome pulsed with an angry crimson light, countless runes flowing across its surface like digital code, struggling to hold back the sky.
Or rather, what was falling from the sky.
"My Liege, the pressure on the barrier is reaching critical levels," Eparus reported, his voice tight.
He was referring to the anomaly—the "Gray Snow."
