Bulldog One roared forward, tires rolling under the heat-packed asphalt.
The road stretched with barely an obstruction. No wrecks nor barricades. Just footprints pressed deep into the pavement or the earth, each one much wider than the APC itself.
Dmitri rode atop the Light APC, one hand locked onto the metal frame as the vehicle adjusted its path around the damage. Heat shimmered off the ground and warped the distance ahead.
Adrian leaned in beside him, eyes tracing the prints.
"That Big Foot's coming from the district," he whispered. "Pandora is cursed as the legends say."
"What do you know about folklore?" Dmitri asked, mildly unimpressed.
"Nothing much." Adrian grinned and gave a quick wink. "All I can say is—we can only hope we find what we're looking for!"
Dmitri shifted his gaze back to the road.
Behind them, Johannes frowned—not at the joke, but how easily it came. He suppressed a laugh before it could surface.
