Lin Mo attached the tuning fork to his belt, where it continued to vibrate softly, maintaining the field.
"This is going to be our shield. As long as we stay within this bubble, the Dreilling's or the Highland Energy's influence can't touch us. Let's move."
They advanced through the tunnels. The path was familiar, yet changed. Although light and neon green colors seemed to start painting the walls, pulsing purple veins crept along them, which seemed to throb in time with a distant heartbeat.
And soon, the Decrint Skirmishers they encountered were different too.
A pack of five scuttled around a corner.
Their eyes, which used to hold a semblance of consciousness and intelligence, were now glowing in violet. Their movements became devoid of the feral jerkiness of their natural state. They became perfectly synchronized.
"Puppets," Lin Mo noted. "Looks like even their slaves failed to escape the fate of being directly controlled by them."
