The rain in District 9 didn't just fall; it eroded. It ate at the structural integrity of the pre-Merge skyscrapers and the hope of the "Unregistered" alike. Kaelen moved through the flooded sub-levels of the district, his boots splashing in water that shimmered with the iridescent oil of leaked mana-coolant.
[STATUS: LEVEL 5]
[HP: 112/125]
[MP: 28/50]
[SENSORY OVERLAY: LOGIC-SIGHT (ACTIVE)]
Through his [Logic-Sight], the world was no longer solid stone and rusted iron. It was a wireframe of diminishing returns. He could see the "Stress Points" in the ceiling—red lines where the weight of the city above was pushing the basement to its limit. He could see the "Flow" of electricity in the walls—thin, yellow veins of power being diverted to the high-security zones where the UPG lived in perpetual light.
"The Red Cathedral," Kaelen muttered, his voice a ghost of its former authority.
