At the heart of something, the earth shook, and digital codes intersected programmatically. Every step could be fatal. A replica of the machine appeared, stunning with astonishing speed, trying to trap Yano.
He raised his dagger, a wave of light loading it from the polyester, studying the shadow pattern. With every strike, a strike more than a heart, every movement defined, every blow powerful.
"I will not fail... I will not be able to help them."