There was unmistakable pride in the voice, even a note of welcome.
Only that final word—"death"—gave them pause.
Whatever could create beings like Kravik and Granthor was unlikely to be friendly.
Once the War Machine finished speaking, two long mechanical arms sprang from the sides of its metal chassis.
It turned around and rolled forward across the gray-white ground, waving both arms behind it to signal for everyone to follow.
Ethan did not trust it completely.
He took a cautious step forward.
One step was all it took for the world around them to change.
The gray-white forest vanished.
In its place stood a sprawling industrial complex. Towering factories connected to one another, their metal walls covered in rust and their exposed pipes broken in countless places.
The factories were badly dilapidated, but all of them surrounded a circular building at the center.
The War Machine leading them changed as well.
