Blood Moon City was unfathomable, nestled within the distorted and deformed void.
A slender figure transformed into an invisible wisp of wind, weaving and swirling through the scattered ruins of buildings.
She stepped over tilted and misshapen stairs, her toes grazing the ground as she leapt and maneuvered across the rocky walls of the structures.
"Hyperion, be careful. This is the chaos void zone. The Mechanical Messenger's vision is quite limited here, and the coordinates for Marquis Ulysses have already slipped from our grasp."
Abigail's commanding voice echoed in her ears.
"Understood."
Hyperion replied succinctly as she darted forward once again.
At this point, her direction was almost entirely reliant on Abigail's map for navigation.
As for those battlefields, for now, the enemies on their side were being held off by their own powerful combatants, allowing the Mechanical Messenger to observe safely from sheltered positions.