Dust hung over the rise like it had nowhere better to go.
Team Zero stood amidst the wreckage in uneasy silence, the kind left in the wake of noise and power. Stone cracked in wide sheets. Whole sections of the slope had been glazed by Lucys hellflame. Residual distortions still shiver in the air where Marcs rewrite had held and failed. Bodies of specialists and the inert remains of constructs littered the lower aproaches. Of the Outer Gods that had pressed them so hard, nothing local remained but thinning pressure and the memory of weight.
