Chapter 24: The Bone Yard
The Bone Yard was a graveyard of war machines. Jagged shards of metal jutted from the earth like broken bones, and the air smelled of old oil and rust. Mara led the Ironclad into the heart of the yard, their makeshift weapons at the ready. Kaelen watched from above. He stood on a balcony of the fortress, his Rust-Proof Exoskeleton blending with the grey sky. Through the fortress's sensors, he saw everything. He saw the Scrap Hounds—mutated, mechanical canines with jaws of serrated steel—slinking through the debris. "Contact," Mara whispered into a communication device Kaelen had synthesized for her. It was a crude radio, but it worked. "Engage," Kaelen's voice crackled through the speaker, devoid of emotion. The Scrap Hounds attacked. They were fast, a blur of rust and fangs. The Ironc
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