Once I'd confirmed the death of the collector I moved, well, not really moved, since my entire being had already merged with the atmosphere, what moved was my intent instead.
One moment I was staring down on beaten, devastated lands, the next, my eyes were on the one the reports had tagged The Choir.
I would've gone after the Walker, since it's energy signature was closer, but I could feel Malachi already bounding toward the creature in mad glee.
So, the next one to receive punishment would be this… thing…
Looking at the hollowed cavities decorating the creature's body, its slitted face that was currently looking up, my excitement, eagerness, to face something this bizarre, couldn't be stoked anymore..
I'd already felt it during the transformation, but truly, I could feel nothing in this state.
Even my "rage" right now, was more a mindset than an emotion.
I shook the thought away, just in time for the creature to speak…
