Chapter 51 The Price of the Core

The high-pitched, metallic whine of orbital seeker-drones cut through the steam before the searchlights hit us.

SWOOSH-SWOOSH-SWOOSH!

Six red targeting lasers painted the narrow iron catwalk in blood-colored crosshairs. High Council hunter-drones—sleek, obsidian-plated hunter-killer units armed wi...

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