The air buzzed with static, the kind that lived in your bones and whispered of old tech still working after eons.
Conduits ran the walls like veins, their pulse casting a dim flicker of light on the masked faces.
No one spoke. Tension hung thick as they checked their weapons.
She drew a slow breath, tasting metal in the air. City life. She hated it.
It reeked of machinery and corruption, a far cry from the wilds that still called to her. The treetop villages felt like another lifetime. A world that might as well have never been.
This city had rotted from the inside out. Gangs ruled the lower stacks, choking the working class. Above them, lords in clean towers held sway, ruling with iron hands and poisoned promises. Succeed, and the world is yours. Fail, and you’re nothing.
That kind of voice always came wrapped in silk stained with blood.
Still, a small ember of hope burned low. This ragtag crew she’d fallen in with, scarred and broken in ways she understood too well, they might be worth something. She could trust them, enough to keep moving forward.
The doors groaned open, revealing the jungle beyond, a nightmare of twisted roots and towering trees clawing at the poison sky. Everything here shifted. Watchful.
Without looking back, she stepped into the wild, her mind already scanning for threats. Ahead, the Nether waited, alive with its own terrible pulse.
She grinned behind the mask. This was her element.32Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr9dIiiyA7U
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