The Western District of Azureus was a stark contrast to the fluid chaos of the Slipstream Sector or the organic squalor of the Slums. It was a district of geometry and silence. The buildings here were blocky, constructed from heavy, grey stone and reinforced with bands of iron. The water seemed heavier, stiller, as if the very ocean was holding its breath.
This was the domain of Guardian Magnus, the Iron Shell.
Alvian swam through the quiet streets, his [Vestments of the Void Monarch] blending perfectly with the deep shadows of the district. Seraphina moved beside him, her form shimmering in and out of visibility, while Valeria, having delegated the initial training drills to Korg, insisted on joining the expedition.
"It's quiet," Valeria whispered, her voice tight. "Too quiet. Even for a residential district. Where are the people?"
"Inside," Alvian noted, his eyes scanning the windows of the bunker-like houses. "Barricaded. Hiding."
