"He is indeed quite rash and domineering!"
Cissel's voice carried a mix of exasperation and awe as she watched the distance where John was carving his path.
She had spent hours attempting to break through the suffocating encirclement that had closed in behind him, but the machine density in this twelfth territory was unlike anything they had faced in the previous territories.
Just as she began to feel the weight of the stalemate, her friends and the Bulltors started to gather.
She hadn't realised how much time she spent in her frantic struggle until everyone arrived. She knew Luke and Elena had been left far to the south and should have taken more than half a day to cross the distance, yet here they were, spurred by John's emergency summons. Even with their arrival, the path to John remained a solid wall of shifting, grinding steel.
