The silence that fell between them as they moved from the shattered square was thikcer than the smoke and heavier then the rubble. Varin led his back a rigid plate of armored contempt. Every line of his body screamed of violence barely contained. Elara walked just behind Kael, her presence a warm anxious pressure against his sensors. He could feel her eyes on the ruined housing of his Partical Lancer, a question she was to afraid or to kind to voice
They moved through a city being unmade the initial focused attack had gave way to a chaotik lingering sickness. Phasing entitys now leaderless and erratik flickered in and out of existence like maligant afterimages. A childs laughter would echo from an alley only to be cut off by the sizzle of a plasma discharge. The smell of o-zone and burnt honey the scent of ruptured magic clung to everything
