Chapter 283: The Hollow Tree
The stone pillar next to my head dissolved into dust.
Pfft.
There was no bang. No thunderous report of a firearm. Just the terrifying, wet smack of a projectile breaking the sound barrier and the disintegration of granite.
"Down!" I screamed, driving my shoulder into Leon's chest.
We hit the frozen floor of the outpost ruin together. A split second later, a second shot whizzed through the space where Leon's head had been, burying itself in the snow with a hiss.
"Sniper!" Leon gasped, scrambling to get his shield up. "Where? I can't see a flash!"
"Zone of Silence," I gritted out, spitting snow. "No muzzle flash because they aren't using gunpowder. They're using magnetic rail-cannons powered by biological batteries. Silent. Smokeless."
I looked at the debris around us. We were pinned in a corner of the roofless guardhouse. The shots were coming from the high ridge to the west—the high ground.
"Ren!" I whispered into the wind.
