One week later.
Seven days had passed since Korrath's biomechanical Avatar crashed down, a colossus of chrome and ember now nothing more than twisted metal and scorched earth.
Seven days had passed since the Forgotten City shuddered beneath the fall of Korrath's biomechanical Avatar, seven days since Clayton felt the raw, molten pulse of Genesis Embers flood his core, surging and boiling until his being resonated with undeniable strength.
Now, standing atop a crumbling skyscraper, overlooking the battered expanse of New Chicago, Clayton felt an intense, primal satisfaction.
Before, the Forgotten Atlanta Expanse was just a ruined city. But now, after the baptism of the clash between Clayton and Korrath, two Verdant Lords, the ruined city was more.
Below him laid a city reshaped by war, battle-scarred yet brimming with potential. Scarred but reborn, forged from the flames of war.
Destruction and creation, they say it's a cycle. Clayton confirmed it.
