The struggle. Fighting my brother. Fighting myself. The SIVA ~consume enhance replicate~.
A tendril reaches out, crushes my Ghost. I turn to face it. My boots slide in snow thick with blood.
If I am gone, then why am I still here?
Colovance died by the tanker. Dozens of frames, hundreds, more... he cut them down until he ran out of bullets. Then he smashed them ~consume enhance replicate~. It was not enough.
The same thing that killed Colovance killed me.
My axe’s flames are almost dead. Even its fire requires fuel.
I need an Urn, but the SIVA has already taken them. The tendrils seek them out, wrap around them, and then ~consume enhance replicate~. More mites swarm out to feed on anything they can touch.
The SIVA learns from what it consumes.
Ashraven’s cutting her way toward the bunker. Says we should meet her there. She’s got an idea – thinks we can hole up in there, maybe get those guns working. Draw off enough of the enemy to give Jolder’s group a shot ~consume enhance replicate~.
It’s a bad idea, but it’s the best bad idea we have.
Finnala always says she doesn’t mind dying, because it doesn’t last. A few seconds and then the Light comes, bright and warm. And she rises again.
Get up, Finnala! Please get up.