Xavier walked over and knelt beside the wounded man, his expression hardening. "Did you track the Demonic Society fleet? Do you have the coordinates to their mothership?"
Luper shook his head weakly, his breath rattling in his chest. "No... they jumped too far into the Abyss. The trail is completely dead."
Kylus looked down, the crushing weight of disappointment settling over his shoulders again.
"But..." Luper wheezed, his grip tightening. "I intercepted their short-range comms before they vanished. The fleet is funneling resources. They have a high-ranking broker managing their supply lines... and he is stationed right here."
Xalvoria stepped off the Strider's ramp, her interest suddenly piqued. "A rat hiding in the walls. Where exactly on this miserable rock?"
"The Neon Wastes," Luper choked out, his eyes losing focus. "Sector Four. An Abyssal Weaver operating under a corporate front. Find him... he knows where the fleet is heading."
