Hye hadn't been exaggerating. Without his express authorisation, this world was a tomb. She tried to activate her emergency beacons; they were dead. She tried to ping her family's private servers; there was no signal.
She couldn't even access the universal channel or the standard features of her own system interface. For the first time in her life, Olana was truly alone.
Her gaze drifted across the landscape. She saw the massive training camps stretching toward the mountains, the endless streams of monsters being channelled into kill-zones where Hye's warriors harvested them for experience and materials. It was an industrial-scale war machine.
Aside from the obsidian palace ahead, there wasn't a single trace of "civilisation" in the traditional sense.
No markets, no residential districts, no art. Everything here was built for the singular purpose of violence and growth. Habitually, she tried to open the World Channel, hoping to find some local chatter she could exploit.
