Red crossed his arms and stared at the holographic map of the continent.
"I cannot scan the dirt for them," Red told himself. "But I do not have to."
He had two highly reliable compasses. The first method was archaeological. He needed his scouts to locate more ancient, world-ending calamity monsters. Any colossal fossil or mythological beast sleeping in the wasteland was highly likely to be guarding a piece of the puzzle.
The second method was much more direct. He just needed to watch the glitch. The Void-Eater's virus turned mortal biology into a homing beacon. If he tracked the migration patterns of the feral humans and the spreading corruption in the north, the enemy would lead him straight to the remaining fragments.
