Blood on the Asphalt biker
Its head was a featureless, golden sunburst, save for a single, horizontal visor that glowed a blinding, unforgiving crimson.
"They built a god," Jax rumbled, his cigar falling from his lips and sizzling in a puddle of synthetic blood. For the first time, the President of the Revers looked out of his depth.
"It’s not a god," Captain Reyes corrected, her voice barely a whisper. "It’s a life support system. The Founder is inside that chassis, biologically hardwired into the neural-matrix."
The Avatar reached the top of the Phase-Shield. It didn't slam into the sub-ether dome like the orbital bombardment had. It simply placed its four massive golden hands flat against the violet energy field.
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