In the days following the battle at the Johnson ruins, the world of Lisle City and M. City changed irrevocably.
News spread like wildfire through both official channels and underground networks. The “Crimson Shadow” — now openly called the Sovereign of the Eternal Night — had not only survived a full assault by combined Vigilant and Sentry forces but had turned the tide with an ancient darkness never seen before. Videos and eyewitness accounts (smuggled out by sympathetic civilians) showed the Veil of Eternal Night in action: shadows fighting like living soldiers, enemies draining of strength mid-battle, and a single young man standing against legends.
Matt sat in the newly fortified basement of the Blood Veil Colosseum, which had become the unofficial headquarters of the growing Night f
