The desert stretched out in all directions — a wasteland of broken steel and cracked earth.
Leon’s boots crunched against the sand as he crossed the remains of an ancient highway, the ruins of old-world vehicles half-buried like fossils around him.
Above, the sky glowed orange with static storms. He walked straight into it.
The only sound was the rhythmic hum in his skull — the System whispering, adjusting, evolving.
[Tracking Origin Signature...]
[Signal strength: 12% and rising.]
[Approximate destination: South Continental Sector, Dead Zone Theta.]
Dead Zone Theta — no maps, no comms, no life. The perfect place to bury something the world wasn’t supposed to remember.
He adjusted his mask, the filter clicking softly. Every breath tasted like ash and electricity.
Hours passed befo
