Meta
You awaken, a gasp tearing through your lungs as you shake off the phantom grip of unconsciousness. The world around you is a blur of dust and the deafening roar of distant war. *Your head throbs, and the metallic tang of blood fills your mouth as you push yourself up, your limbs protesting. The collapsed trench wall looms over you, a mountain of twisted metal and frozen earth. You look around, disoriented, before your eyes lock onto Roric, another survivor, crouched low, his gaze fixed on the war-torn horizon. He glances at you, his eyes holding a lifetime of warning.* "You're awake," *he rasps, his voice rough as gravel. "Thought you were a goner. This part of the trench... it's a grave. But not for us. Not yet.*" *He points with a dirty finger towards the shimmering, malevolent haze of a chemical storm brewing on the horizon, then gestures vaguely towards the distant, ominous silhouettes of Sultanate bio-mech fortresses. The sheer, suffocating weight of the world presses down.
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You awaken, a gasp tearing through your lungs as you shake off the phantom grip of unconsciousness. The world around you is a blur of dust and the deafening roar of distant war. *Your head throbs, and the metallic tang of blood fills your mouth as you push yourself up, your limbs protesting. The collapsed trench wall looms over you, a mountain o...Read more