The elevator was a glass cage.
It ascended the Nexus Spire at terrifying speed, the lights of the Forge blurring into streaks of neon below.
Inside, the air was thick with sweat and the smell of ozone from discharged weapons.
Axton stood by the doors, the Key of Might pulsing in his pocket like a second heart. His armor was scorched, his knuckles bloody.
"Level 40," Marcus reported, watching the floor indicator climb. "Ten floors to the penthouse. The Chancellor's private sanctum."
"It's too easy," Ryn muttered, reloading her rail-rifle. "We breached the depot, destroyed a Colossus, and now we're just... riding an elevator?"
"He's waiting for us," Titus growled. The Warlord leaned against the glass wall, his massive frame filling the small space. "A politician never fights fair
