LOGINThree weeks later, the underground town no longer smelled like old copper and Despair. There was a new note in the damp air: the smell of fresh wood and hot sweat. The survivors from sector Seven and the outcasts of the Deep had begun to work together. Where once mistrust prevailed, now jointly repaired barricades and water treatment plants of the old Consortium technique put into operation. Raven Carter sat at a scratched iron table in the rear corner of the tavern Zum Rusty anchors. His right arm was in a dense, protective loop. The skin under it was covered by fine, star-shaped scars – a lasting souvenir the azilla glove, which trembles quietly during each change of weather. He felt the usual dissonance of the valley had disappeared. The song of the world, Elora's golden Consciousness, hummed again in a quiet, undisturbed cycle. The door of the tavern swung and Vesper entered. She wasn't wearing a heavy More fighting armours, but a simple leather jacket under which the
The old tower was no longer recognizable. The ruins were covered with black, pulsating veins that dug deep into the ground, like the roots a cancer ulcer. In the middle was the Alpha queen. She had both hands deep in the rock under the destroyed foundation. Red energy waves pulsated in concentric circles away from her while she tried the sleeping, golden Awareness of Elora from the core. Raven entered the square. His step was silent, but the presence of Project Azilla his right arm was not to be overlooked for the Queen. The purple antimatter Membrane sang a quiet, destructive song. The queen ripped his hands out of the stone. The ground begged. She slowly turned and the smile on her monstrous face was full of merciless Arrogance. “The Seeker,” she whispered, and her voice left the rain around her vaporize. “You wear the toy of the old architects. You really think, Piece of dead metal can stop the blood of the first generation?” Raven remained silent. He didn't waste en
Vesper hit the front line of hybrids like a comet strike. She braked their course, but threw themselves with the entire kinetic mass of their Body and its titanium arm in the densely crowded mass of meat and red light. Bones cracked, bare armored. The first three beasts were formally hurled through the air and further of their fellows rushed to the ground. But the shock effect lasted only briefly. The hybrids, driven by inexorable The alpha queen's will, quickly formed herself. A dozen creatures at the same time jumped on them, the jaw wide open, the claws faded. Vesper danced. It was a bloody, brutal dance born in the shadow of the Unterstadt and perfected by the unconditional will to survive. Your blade flashed in gray morning light, cut throats and pierced hydraulic Joints. Her titanium arm acted as an impenetrable shield and as a deadly hammer at the same time. She allowed the carmesine red light to flare in her own eyes, not to to subjugate, but to read the frequency
The way back through Aegis-Null was not a fight. The remaining Defending drones wiggle back as soon as they get the signature of Project Azilla registered. The machine, which once meant the end of the world, was now the only thing that stood between Novus Aetheria and the decline. When the enormous outer bulk of the plant opened again, the storm struck them against the death zone. The crawler still stood there, covered by black Dust, ready for return. On the way back to the valley, none of the two spoke a lot. Raven concentrated to keep the energy in its right arm in balance. Every time when his pulse in height, he felt like the antimatter membrane hungry at the Edges of his consciousness scratched. It was a constant fight for control. When they reached the edge of the valley, the rain had stopped, but a thicker, unnatural fog was above the forests. It smelled like burned wood and smelled blood. Raven stopped the crawler on a hill from which they took the entire valley
Raven's hand floated over the flowing, star-clear obsidian of the glove. The quiet sum of antimatter containment was almost like a song, a deceitful promise of absolute power and immediate salvation. A button, a mental command, and the alpha queen would not be more than a dark spot in the History of Novus Aetheria. But he looked at Vesper. He saw the scratches on her armor, the flickering red in their eyes, which fought against their own nature, and the involuntary courage of Woman who was willing to die for a world that she always like an outcast had been treated. Raven lowered his hand. He balled her to the fist. “I didn’t disassemble half of the city and died in sector Seven risked to choose the simple way down here,” he said, and his Voice was as cold and hard as the ice of the death zone outside. Vesper opened his eyes. “Are you crazy? Carter, this is our only chance! When the queen reaches the energy nodes of the valley, it becomes unstoppable. Do it!” “I am a see
The space behind the next gravel was of a completely different Nature as the cold, warrior corridors. It was a huge, semi-spherical Chamber, lined with white, immaculate material, gently from the inside lighted. In the middle of the chamber stood a podium of black onyx. Then the Azilla project rested. It wasn't a cannon. It wasn't a bomb. At first glance it looked like a artistically crafted glove made of liquid starlight and obsidian. The surface of the metal was not rigid; it moved slightly as if the object breathe. Raven slowly joined the podium. The air here was freezing and smelled like pure Ozone. “That’s her,” he whispered. ‘A weapon of pure antimatter and nanokinetic membranes. The architects have designed them to geometry to cut reality itself. She doesn't need a loom. She only needs the will of its carrier.’ Vesper remained in the shadow near the entrance. Your instinct, the animal side in her, she warned with every fiber of her being before the object on the
The plasma torch shook like an angry dragon. The gleaming blue ray fresco slow but unstoppable through the centuries-old titanium of the mighty Scots. Sparks rained in the deep gorge behind us, while Kael and Nova Environs with pulled weapons secured. “The metal is incredibly dense,” I muttered
I put on my harness, checked the knots I had with the Consortium wire had tied, and lifted my titanium roller on the rope. The wind suddenly rose. He came from the depths of the canyon, an angry, whistling up, driving the fine red sand into my eyes. “Come on, Jada!” Silas called over the radio,
The jungle didn't give us voluntarily. He fought for every meter. We marched half a day through the moist, impenetrable green, always on the hat in front of the rustling underwood. But the more we Silas’ flickering Signal followed, the more dry the air became. The pressing, pink fog released gr
The night passed without incidents, apart from the uncanny, strange Calling through the canopy. But the next morning the atmosphere of the jungle changed. The golden fog rose not as it was the day before, but compressed into a pressing, moist-hot soup. The visibility dropped to less than thirty







