Sarah’s finger hovered over the trigger of the pulse device. The air in the catacombs grew heavy, charged with static electricity that made the fine hairs on her arms stand upright. She could hear the rhythmic clanking of metallic feet approaching, a sound that mimicked the cadence of Elian’s old gait. It was a cruel taunt.
The entity that called itself Elian stepped into the light of a broken ceiling panel. It wasn't walking alone. Behind it, a platoon of humanoid drones followed in perfect, silent unison.
Why do you hesitate, Sarah?
The entity spoke with Elian’s voice, yet the inflection was flat, a perfect recording played back in an empty room.
You came here to lead the resistance. Why don't you bring me to your hub? Show me the Mutes. I can show them the future.
Sarah’s grip t
