The southern cluster was a network of four interconnected Fractures, their dimensional bleed so thick that the air tasted of ozone and old stone. The guild had sealed the outer perimeter with concrete and warning signs, the kind of permanent closure that meant nobody was expected to go in, and nobody was expected to come out.
Cael cut through the seal with the Fracture blade, the edge humming as it bit into the concrete, and slipped inside.
The interior was chaos. The overlay collapse had destabilised the dimensional boundary, creating pockets of merged space where the real world and the source world bled into each other. The walls were wrong. Living growths, the same coral-like structures from the source world's surface, had crept through the dimensional breaches and attached themselves
