It worked. The thralls dropped mid-stride, their cerulean veins flickering. Karn carved through the remaining dozens like scythes through wheat.
At the matrix’s core, a pulsing the size of a Land Raider emitted the signal. Each pulse sent a wave of reconfiguration through the attached skulls, and through them, every thrall on Serekh Secundus.
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He voxed Zephyr. “Now, brother. Kill the signal.” Zephyr emerged from the shadows, not with a bomb, but with a data-spike —a modified auspex shrieking with a corrupted machine-spirit loaded with scrapcode. He drove it into the gravity-crystal’s base.
Silence. Then Karn’s voice, savage with joy: “Then we give them something better to eat.” Karn ripped off his helmet. The ammonia-laced air seared his lungs, but he laughed. “Brothers, follow me. We’re going hunting.” It worked
But for every thrall they killed, two more rose from the crystal formations. The spires themselves bled fluid, and from that fluid, new bodies coalesced.
“Not alone. The matrix will defend itself. I need a distraction.” At the matrix’s core, a pulsing the size
“They’re learning,” Vorek said, his voice calm even as a shard lodged in his chest. “The neural matrix is updating their combat protocols in real time.”