Year 2073
Deepest layer of the Technocracy's Great Wall
"What are you doing here, Horus?" The net-raider asked upon seeing his best friend at the place he just arrived.
"I should be the one asking, Seth... Or did you think I wasn't going to figure out that you were working with the rebels?"
Seth's jackal mask didn't give anything of his expression, but underneath it, he was fuming with anger.
His eyes glowed golden, and the code lines around him became unstable.
"Rebels?!? Do you even hear yourself right now? These 'rebels' as you call them, are trying to liberate the humankind from the Technocracy tyrants that you chose to serve!"
Seth extended his hand and began forming symbols with it.
The code lines around him acted as if listening to him, condensing around the mage to form a single shape.
