The world didn't heal, not exactly. It scarred over.
Under Kieran's direction, the Aegis Dome became the heart of a frantic, global operation. The anchors they planted were like stitches in fraying fabric, holding the two realities together in a messy, permanent seam. It was grueling work. For weeks, they lived on transport ships and military-grade coffee, moving from one crisis point to the next.
Rio de Janeiro was a nightmare of floating favelas and gravity wells that had to be carefully recalibrated. In what was left of Munich, spectral knights from Eclipse's 'Shattered Citadel' raid patrolled the streets, confused and hostile until communication protocols were established. It was during this chaos that the true nature of Eclipse's world began to reveal itself.
