While Noir's roar still echoed faintly in the ashen sky and screams from the south along with plasma explosions from the east could still be heard like distant reverberations, the western front of Nocture quietly opened its own maw.
The battlefield here was different.
Not a flat dead plain, not the concrete ruins of old Earth.
This was the zone of breaches where the old world and the fused world overlapped and intertwined. The air rippled like heated water. Dead trees would suddenly turn into transparent crystal, then revert to rotten wood in the blink of an eye. The cracked ground formed bottomless black fissures, and occasionally the wind carried whispers from another dimension, the laughter of a small child, or screams that never stopped.
