Neo-Arcadia’s heart was nothing but a graveyard of light—a cathedral of unfinished code and forgotten intent. Here, deep within the city’s core, the Architects had abandoned even the pretense of reality. The streets below Carter’s feet were unfinished geometry, mere scaffolding of data flickering between existence and oblivion. Whole buildings loomed like half-remembered dreams—lines of wireframe rising and dissolving in sheets of static, their foundations laid bare, humming with the residue of programs long since orphaned. The air itself was thin, threadbare, coded only for utility. Carter’s Ghost-Phase suit struggled to hold him in this liminal place, his outline flickering, unable to maintain solidity in a world that barely believed in itself.
“Status: Level 28. Area: The Root Director
