The familiar Level 3 constructs moved in steady, mechanical patterns across the fractured ground, their dense metallic bodies reflecting the dim, distorted light of the breach as their red diamond-shaped eyes pulsed faintly, scanning their surroundings with cold precision, while the subtle gaps between their joints revealed the same reinforced structure Damon had already tested and found nearly impervious to direct strikes.
A short distance behind a collapsed slab of debris, Damon, Serena, Mira, and Ethan remained concealed, their bodies lowered as they observed the patrol, their attention fixed on the constructs' movement patterns, spacing, and scanning intervals.
Ethan leaned in slightly, keeping his voice low.
"They are just outside guards… there should be more around," he whispered, his tone cautious.
Damon and Serena both gave a small nod, their expressions sharpening as they silently aligned on the approach, their focus already shifting from observation to execution.
