“You won’t live to,” I told him.
Very possible, especially if I’m right.
“I’ll make sure he does,” the girl informed me.
I mean, living as a zombie of sorts doesn’t count.
My swarm could feel others approach from the heroine’s direction.
But have they managed to trust each other?
Incidentally, could Battery somehow have avoided the miasma’s effect and successfully identified the members of the Nine?
They were the size of dogs, and they skipped forward on mechanical legs.
Oh. Those don’t sound friendly.
The mechanical spiders. Dozens of them, coming straight for me.
If I was judging right, they were running faster than I could.
Welp.
I sent the swarm after Jack and the girl, massed into thousands of bugs. Some groups clustered so tight together that they looked like massive, amorphous black entities, amoebas floating through a cityscape painted in shades of red and black.
Cod damn, the aesthetic of this whole section of the Arc is so cool.
Atlas heard my call and headed my way from the place I’d positioned him, too far away to join the fight for a minute or two.
Hey, how did Bonesaw know Taylor had named Atlas? Was that just a guess?
The girl was already mixing something else together. Plumes of white smoke billowed around her, almost luminescent after so long spent in the crimson mist. My bugs died on contact with the gas.
Ahh, here go the anti-bug measures.
Everything I’d learned about my enemies had been blocked. I had no information on them, no sense of what to expect. They weren’t so handicapped.
Having the information blocked like this is a very bad thing in this story. Knowledge is power and right now Taylor can’t access much of it.
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