Violet flames erupted from Krug's eyes and mouth. The steel catwalk blistered under his boots as Rubedo forced his consciousness into the mortal vessel. The sheer cosmic density threatened to splinter the newly forged scales across Krug's chest.
Rubedo planted his armored hands against the railing to stabilize his physical form. He looked down at the sprawling industrial floor of the Morval foundry.
Krax stood near the automated sorting track. He racked the bolt of his star-iron rifle and ejected a spent brass casing onto the concrete. Marcus knelt on the floor covered in grease and ash.
He stared at Ethan's ruined spine plastered against the brick wall. Elena clamped both hands over her mouth to stifle her sobs.
Rubedo descended the metal staircase. His plated boots clanked against the grated steps to draw Krax's attention immediately. Krax slung the rifle over his shoulder and bowed his head respectfully.
