Sebastian sprinted through the damp sewer tunnels, his heavy boots splashing violently through the stagnant water. Wraith was a silent shadow keeping pace right beside him. The Level 25 Assassin didn't ask questions. He just ran.
"Talk to me, Valerie! Give me a sit-rep!" Sebastian barked into his comm-link, his lungs burning as the physical exertion tested the limits of his twenty percent synchronization.
"It's a slaughterhouse up here!" Valerie's voice was barely audible over the chaotic background noise of screaming civilians and the heavy, mechanical clanking of the Scrap Golems. "People are just snapping! They're sleepwalking! Their eyes are rolled back, their faces are completely slack, and they are drooling this thick, black liquid!"
