"Keep pushing forward!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the discordant symphony of snapping jaws and the rhythmic clatter of Bulltor steel.
The path was a nightmare. The wreckage of surrounding skyscrapers had turned the broad boulevard into a vertical obstacle course of rebar and concrete. Tongues of fire danced wildly across the rubble, fueled by ruptured gas lines, but my warriors were undeterred.
They moved with the mechanical precision of a clockwork army. It took five gruelling, blood-soaked minutes to breach the inner perimeter and reach the building those wolves had been so desperate to penetrate.
As I marched, my mind raced through the records of the future I held. In the original timeline, New York City had been home to several legendary treasures, but the geography here was fundamentally wrong.
