Sector Z was enormous.
When Dirga stepped into Sector Z, the atmosphere hit him with a strange déjà vu.
It looked just like the Z Sector he had entered when he first arrived in the city—same chaotic energy, same sprawling crowd, same faint scent of smoke and oil in the air.
But according to the map etched into his ID, this wasn't the same gate. A different entrance. A different side.
Still Sector Z. Still wild.
But this time, he wasn't here to find a way in.
He was here to carve a path out.
So Dirga moved.
He walked to the check gate, handed over his ID card, and the system scanned him in silently. No questions. No warnings. Just a green flash and a beep.
Permission granted.
He stepped past the archway—and into the sprawl.
Before him rose the outer defenses of the city.
Towering walls, three layers thick, carved with jagged runes and mounted with mana turrets.