Inside the imprinted domain of Severance, an ancient clockwork materialized with an eerie hum, reversing the ticking hand of time. The world dimmed into shaded darkness.
Destruction and creation amalgamate upon one another through fractured moments. Space warped into itself while time turned back.
Such was the Microcosm: Severance.
Damien watched with widened eyes as the decimated encampments returned to their untouched states, while those who lost their lives in battle returned to existence.
It was a horrible power, yet beauty pervaded from it.
The reawakened soldiers of the Shadow Division found themselves utterly confused as they saw the floating chunks of the valley return to their former places.
But the platoon of recently revived Jaegers understood the circumstance they were trapped in. What enveloped them was an imprinted domain.
