Erik and Valcroy were standing amidst the familiar streets of Iron'Heits. Explosions echoed in the distance. The city was alive with chaos, yet something was undeniably different. Valcroy tilted his head back, his eyes narrowing as he spotted a massive, milky-white dome that now covered the entire city, stretching far beyond the horizon. The strange, translucent barrier seemed to shimmer under the fading light.
Erik noticed it too, but his focus was elsewhere. His sharp gaze was fixed on the source of the explosions in the distance.
"Let's go," he said, and started moving without hesitation. Valcroy followed close behind, still glancing at the dome now and then, but also keeping an eye on the compass in his hand. The needle was still moving erratically, spinning as if it couldn't find a direction. With a quiet sigh, he handed it to Erik, who calmly put it away.
