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They were massive, prowling the edge of the crater on four multi-jointed limbs, their featureless heads sweeping back and forth.
Unlike the Sentinels, the Stalkers didn't just delete what they touched. From their backs, tendrils of void-whips lashed out, casually unmaking boulders and debris as they paced.
There were six of them.
We were out of comms. Dax looked at me, then at Reaper and Sienna. He tapped two fingers against his chest, then pointed to the left flank of the crater. I will draw them left.
He pointed to Reaper and Sienna, slicing his hand down the middle. You take the center. Cover fire if it goes loud. Finally, he looked at me and pointed directly at the glowing purple tear in
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