A weakened, orange half-sun sunk low to the horizon. The boulder-studded hills of Southern Castile were mute except for the far-flung screech of a Golden Eagle. The thunderous thud of hooves shook the silence first, and was soon joined by the clinking of steel.
Read MoreThomas would not remember the brilliant blue vein of light usually accompanied by the mineral laser coming on, but he'd never forget the sound of the intercom system going offline forever; a deafening electrical snap. This was followed by a quiet explosion within the lab.
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