4 days later…
22nd September, Year 714 A.G.
A convoy of 3 tall trucks pulled up in Canyon Hub.
3 towering heavy-duty military-grade black trucks- each one of them absurdly tall and armored like moving fortresses rolled through the outer industrial gate of the city in perfect formation.
Their surfaces were pitch-black like night, preventing anyone outside from seeing what was inside with matte plating that were broken only by thin seams of dim, electric-blue circuity that pulsed like a slow heartbeat.
On their bodies was the proud emblem of the Freegrid Collective, this was why they were not stopped at the gate.
The first truck led with deliberate authority, its reinforced grille pushing aside drifting fog and neon haze into the city. Its tires that were taller than a person crushed debris without a sound beyond a low, bone-deep rumble of its engine.
