Their leader, a man named Vane, possessed eyes that were entirely replaced by sleek, silver cybernetic implants. Beneath the holographic projection of a dirty cloak, he wore completely sound-dampened, non-reflective shadow-mesh armor.
Vane tapped his neck comms. "Target location confirmed. We are descending into the lower intestines of the leviathan."
"Do not underestimate the Anomaly, Vane," Saint Jin's synthesized, humming voice echoed strictly in his earpiece. "The Iron Disciples were completely eradicated. The Glitch possesses reality-bending parameters."
"The Disciples were mindless fanatics who charged down a hallway screaming," Vane replied coldly, his voice barely a whisper. "We are professionals. We don't fight anomalies. We execute them while they sleep."
