The mechanical wastelands stretched endlessly before them, an ever-shifting graveyard of rusted metal, half-buried ruins, and skeletal remains of constructs long past their prime. The neon glow of Luna Sea had long faded behind them, swallowed by the horizon.
Now, only the hum of the wind against steel and the distant crackle of unstable energy fields kept them company.
Kurt adjusted the straps of his newly reinforced coat as he walked, occasionally kicking away loose scraps of metal from their path.
"Two days of this…" He muttered, shaking his head. "Gotta say, not the worst place I've had to trek through, but it sure isn't the nicest."
"Better than the Maw, at least. No whispers trying to drive us insane." Miles walked beside him, his eyes scanning the terrain ahead.
"Yeah, just the occasional rogue construct or Revenant looking to rip our faces off. Much more relaxing." Kurt grinned, stepping over a collapsed support beam.
