'Find the Grand Throne Room,' Red projected his voice directly into the minds of his vanguard. 'Locate the Dispose Pit where they threw my husk into the abyss. The core operator manipulating this biological fortress hides inside that exact chasm.'
Iron-Scale tapped his chest plate twice to acknowledge the divine mandate. He aimed his right pneumatic spool at a gaping ventilation shaft high above the pulverized cobblestones.
The grapple hook bit deep into the calcified exterior plating of the moving citadel. Retracting the wire forcefully yanked him upward through the chaotic crossfire of the battlefield.
He detached the hook and landed smoothly inside the dark corridor.
Syra emerged from the shadows cast by the ribbed walls. A dozen Deep-Weave Hunters scuttled closely behind her. The arachnids scanned the fleshy masonry with their multi-eyed gazes to secure the perimeter.
