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 adjust its path around the damage. Heat simmered off the ground, warping the distance one could see.
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 myth?" Dmitri asked, mildly unimpressed.
"Nothing much," Adrian grinned, then gave a quick wink. *"All I can say—we can only hope we find what we are 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.
