The Duster roared forward, its tires clawing at the warped track as the vortex loomed ahead. Sparks flew from its edges, the sharp rhythm of impact guns echoing ominously. The hum of the shard's energy pressed against Zoe's chest, making every breath feel heavier. She glanced at her team, their determined faces a small comfort against the growing tension.
"Everyone ready?" Zoe called, gripping the wheel tighter.
Gavin leaned out, revolver in hand, scanning the chaotic horizon. "Born ready."
"Let's hope we still feel that way in a few minutes," Serria muttered, adjusting her shield. The faint shimmer of her AOE flickered like a warning light.
Quinn sat in the back, their drones buzzing anxiously around the Duster. "We've got readings all over the place. Whatever's ahead... it's not going to play fair."
Zoe forced a smirk, though her stomach churned. "Good thing we're better at breaking rules than following them."
