Marked From Birth
Her legs began to turn heavy, the skin shimmering with a blue, translucent sheen.
"It will be over soon," the Avatar said, stepping closer. Her finger reached out to touch Audrey’s forehead. "Just a moment of cold, and then... the Forever."
HISSSSSS.
A jet of superheated, oily steam blasted into the room, obscuring the Avatar in a cloud of grey.
"Not today, you overgrown weed!"
Commander Vane burst through the door, her brass arm glowing cherry-red from the internal pressure of her boiler. She wasn't alone. Six of her engineers followed, wearing heavy iron respirators and carrying pneumatic saws that roared with the sound of a thousand angry hornets.
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