Perched above the Halo Line, Magnus watches in silence, a phantom in the shadows. Below, the city pulses—neon veins pumping corruption through Skyline’s hollow heart. The Ash's whisper in the alleyways, the Glass blood's feast in their glass towers, and the forsaken drown beneath it all. Surveillance drones carve through the crimson haze, their searchlights cutting across the snow, but they never see him. Hidden in the cold glow of a billboard, Magnus waits—because in a city rotting from within, the only justice is the kind delivered from the dark.