"You are insane! Humans? Wandering alone in the new world without the race controlling your zone or supported by a grand army? Are you out of your goddamn minds?!!"
The voice, thick with a resonant power, echoed across the plains.
John led his small group toward the cluster of protected zones he had identified on his map, their march spanning nearly twenty hours of gruelling terrain.
By the time they drew close, the massive orange sun had once again surrendered the sky to the velvet night, and the celestial aurora had begun its rhythmic, dancing display of neon greens and deep purples.
Throughout the journey, John's eyes never rested. He kept both Frame Recognition and Wireframe Sight active in alternating bursts, dissecting the flora and geology of the Source Code World. The vegetation was a baseline of white code, indicating standard, non-magical structures.
