The Abandoned Luna's Return
"We heard the mountain scream when you returned. We thought the simulation had finally finished us off."
"It’s not a simulation anymore, Marcus," I said, walking toward him. I looked around the camp. There were hundreds of them—broken, flickering, but alive. "The worlds have merged. And the man responsible is sitting in the Great Tower."
"We know," Marcus said, gesturing to the energy-arm. "He’s been hunting us. His 'Sentinels' aren't just drones anymore. They are 'Hounds'—shifters he’s rewritten into mindless killers. They don't eat meat; they eat data. They eat us."