Then he sat against the wall, finally allowing himself a moment to rest.
A notification icon blinked in the corner of his vision.
King opened his message interface. One new message.
From Pantheon.
King selected the name, and the message expanded.
[Pantheon: King. How are you holding up?]
King stared at the message for a moment, then typed his response.
[King: I'm scaling through how best I can. You?]
The reply came within seconds.
[Pantheon: Same. This bounty has complicated things.]
[King: I can agree. Where are you?]
Another brief pause.
[Pantheon: Zone 2.]
[King: Okay. Prepare yourself.]
[Pantheon: Prepare for what?]
King didn't respond. He closed the message interface and scanned the interior of the ruined structure, searching for a stable surface. Most of the floor was littered with debris, broken stone, rotted wood, fragments of what might have once been furniture.
