When Rubicon unearthed the Morningstar Artifact, Mel’Nitsa began to come apart. Whatever fragile balance once existed shattered instantly, dragging Titans and the Velmor into a conflict beneath a sky splintered like broken glass. Tremors tore through the streets as something ancient woke below. Velmor figures stepped out of myth, civilians vanished into fissures, and soldiers claimed to witness their own deaths — claims dismissed until the dead returned.

The Rift widened, twisting reality. Radio traffic dissolved into whispers of forgotten names, and communication outside the perimeter collapsed. Rubicon entered the anomaly first to contain it; Titans, UGF, and civilians followed, all swallowed by the breach. Inside was no city — only a wound of light, ruin, and convulsing time, where Velmor fed on memory and Rubicon documented horrors that defied sense.

Beyond the border, Mel’Nitsa erased itself. Maps corrected, records vanished, and only those who stood at the edge recall it. Deep beneath the distortion, the Rift still breathes — waiting for the next hand willing, or reckless enough, to open it.