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A fissure ripped open in space, jagged and violent. From within that gash crawled Robin, his entire body smothered in layers upon layers of stealth-enhancing techniques. Every breath, every heartbeat, every flicker of energy was suppressed, for he prayed that not a single soul—or specter—would notice him.
He had no certainty about where the Shepherdess intended to go, yet his instincts clawed at him like talons. This place was wrong. Too quiet, too heavy. If there was a root to the planet's blight, if there was a wound at the heart of Specter Valley, it would be here.
Slithering low, Robin descended the slope and inched forward across jagged stone, pressing himself against the ground until he reached the rim of a cliff. Slowly, carefully, he raised his head just high enough to glimpse beyond.
The sight struck him like a hammer. His face twisted from grim focus into raw disbelief.
"My… Oh my…" he whispered.
Craaaackle—Rumble
