But Kaelen wasn’t listening. He was staring at his shoulder. The black circle was growing. Slowly. Inexorably.
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“What?” asked No-Name, who had just respawned and was still confused. But Kaelen wasn’t listening
The Atoll began to collapse. Crystals turned to glass, then to dust, then to nothing. The other Runners were already gone—respawning. Kaelen ran, the Anchor clutched to his chest, as the ground dissolved behind him. Reaper-7 recovered, shrieking in binary rage, and launched a spike of pure negation. Slowly
Six other Runners materialized around him. He recognized a few: , a speedster who left afterimages of herself; Brass , a cyborg with a cannon for an arm; and a rookie, No-Name , who was already hyperventilating.