He advanced, following the beacon on his wrist-comp. The landscape was a frozen ripple of black glass and twisted metal from the original explosion. His boots crunched. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. The only sounds.
What it painted back made his blood run cold. Msbd 008 Featuring
No, not stopped. It had changed. It was no longer a passive drone. It was… listening. Kaelen felt it as a pressure differential in his ears, a subtle pull towards the Chasm’s heart. He drew the long, slender emitter wand from its holster on his thigh and slotted it into the cannon’s port. The weapon hummed to life, a high-pitched whine that was the MSBD’s active sonar, painting the invisible world in sound. He advanced, following the beacon on his wrist-comp