By six in the morning, Veldmoor had a new geography.
The dimensional overlay sat across the northern district like a second city built on top of the first, occupying the same physical space but operating on different rules. From the outside, it looked like weather, like something atmospheric had settled over twenty-three blocks and decided to stay. The buildings inside were still structurally present, still visually recognizable, but wrong in the accumulated way that the Record's interior had been wrong, the dimensional material overwriting surfaces without replacing them, reality and not-reality occupying the same coordinates.
The guild's emergency response had been running for three hours by the time Cael had enough altitude on the situation to see its shape.
He stood at the containme
