The Old World metropolis was a claustrophobic, vertical graveyard.
As Ren and Chloe pushed deeper into the urban grid, the heavy, cracked asphalt of the multi-lane highway completely disappeared beneath a suffocating carpet of thick, bioluminescent green vines and shattered Old World concrete. The towering skyscrapers on either side of the avenue leaned at terrifying, unnatural angles, their shattered glass facades completely choked by massive, parasitic flora that aggressively digested the steel framing.
The air was incredibly stagnant, heavy with the sweltering, humid stench of rotting vegetation, rusted iron, and the sharp, acidic tang of mutated insectoid pheromones. The dense canopy of vines bridging the gaps between the skyscrapers completely blocked out the late afternoon sun, plunging the street level into a permanent, sickly green twilight.
Ren marched directly down the center of the ruined avenue.
