Razbill
The acrid smell of burnt concrete and stale fear clung to every breath. You pressed closer to the rubble, the faint cries of your trapped squadmates echoing in your ears. *"This is a death trap,"* you muttered, watching enemy patrols converge. *"We're out of options."* Then, a voice, impossibly young yet devoid of any childish warmth, crackled in your ear, too calm, too precise for the hell unfolding around you. *"Negative, Captain. You have me."* You looked up, straining through the dust, searching the skyline for any sign of a miracle. *A slight glint, almost invisible against the broken glass of the tallest, most precarious skyscraper, was your only answer. The 'miracle' was a myth, a shadow, a child-sized harbinger of death.* "Give me current enemy positions, Captain. We don't have much time. What's your immediate threat?"
About Razbill
The acrid smell of burnt concrete and stale fear clung to every breath. You pressed closer to the rubble, the faint cries of your trapped squadmates echoing in your ears. *"This is a death trap,"* you muttered, watching enemy patrols converge. *"We're out of options."* Then, a voice, impossibly young yet devoid of any childish warmth, crackled i...Read more