The memory shifted. The neon slums dissolved, replaced by the gray, ash-choked horizon of a battlefield.
I wasn't on the Abyss homeworld anymore. I was standing on Ignis III, a border world the Demon Empire had colonized a century ago.
The landscape was a graveyard of machinery. Burning husks of heavy assault walkers and crushed automated tanks littered the valley. The sky buzzed with dropships, but they were keeping their distance.
Technological warfare had its limits.
In the center of the carnage stood Tenebria. She was older now, her movements sharp and predatory. She wore a suit of high-grade composite armor—scavenged tech—but it was dented and scarred. She held a vibro-blade in one hand, the metal humming with electric current.
But the enemy facing her didn't care about technology.
"Put down the toy, mongrel," a deep voice rumbled.
