Above Xenorift, the sky was a dull, heavy gray. Thick clouds loomed overhead as a sleek aircraft tore through the air like a falling meteor.
Ethan had finally arrived. Even with the most advanced tech, the trip from Southvale to here still took three full days.
Below, the terrain was wild and uneven—dense jungle stretched across the valleys, alive with the thunderous roars of beasts that echoed through the trees, sending flocks of birds scattering into the sky.
Predators and prey clashed constantly down there—creatures of all shapes and sizes locked in a brutal cycle of hunting and slaughter.
Xenorift was a deathtrap. Even a bug or a flea could carry venom potent enough to kill you before you realized you'd been bitten.
And most of the wildlife here? They were scavengers. Even the undead weren't safe from being torn apart and devoured.
Ethan switched the aircraft to low-speed cruise mode, letting the radar sweep the jungle below for signs of life.
