The Aethel-7 Rig let out a sound like a dying god—a deep, metallic groan that vibrated through the soles of Leo’s boots. The self-destruct wasn't a fireball; it was a structural liquefaction. The Anonymous were using high-frequency vibrations to turn the rig’s steel supports into the consistency of wet sand.
"Move! Now!" Isabella shouted, grabbing a semi-conscious Meilin and throwing her over her shoulder.
Leo stumbled, his head still reeling from the library of ink. "Isabella, the shadows... they’re moving."
The Void-Shifters
From the flickering edges of the emergency lights, figures began to coalesce. They didn't walk; they drifted, their bodies composed of the same "Liquid Carbon" as Liling’s mask. These were the Void-Shifters, assassins designed to operate in the "Negative Space" L
