While the frontline fighters pressed the attack and kept the void creatures busy, the artillery engineers scrambled to pack up their massive cannons. Great locking clamps hissed and released. Huge wheels, taller than a man, groaned as they began to turn. The ground vibrated with the strain of moving such heavy machinery across broken concrete.
Guarding these engineers was a small, battered team. Among them were Vance and Jax. By some thin thread of luck they were both still alive.
Though, to call Vance alive was generous. Calling him anything other than barely breathing would have been a lie, maybe even heresy in this dark place.
