The ramp descended with a hydraulic exhale and stopped. The two days' dust began peeling off the Triarch piece by piece.
For a moment, nothing moved. Only the cool and still air that carried the pressure like air before a thunderstorm entered and shocked them.
An Lang yawned heavily, then stood up. "Guys, are we waiting for the Starfire Opal to fall under our feet or what?"
Liu Yan threw a sharp glance at him, then shifted her gaze back to the blade of her sword.
Wu Ze increased her grip on her weapons and stood up abruptly. She walked and stopped on the open ramp.
An Lang joined her and stepped out together.
Liu Yan's gaze remained on Leon as she stood up. Words formed in her throat, but she didn't let them out.
Heavy silence fell on Leon as he watched Liu Yan exit the Triarch. When he stood up and was ready to follow his squad, the swirling blue light on the screen popped up, followed by the AI's voice.
"Good luck, Leon Storm."
