Blood on the Asphalt biker
"They're being hunted."
Swarming around the massive, crippled Crawler were shadows. They weren't the geometric, anti-matter Null-Sentinels. These were biological. Huge, heavily mutated predators born from the chaotic explosion of the Origin-Code. They looked like wolves, but they were the size of rhinos, their fur glowing with erratic pulses of blue sub-ether energy, their jaws lined with jagged, crystalline teeth.
"Origin-Beasts," I whispered, the realization chilling my blood. "When I detonated the Void-Drive, the code rewrote the environment... but it rewrote the surviving wildlife, too. We accidentally created apex predators."
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