Nioh adjusted his headset and strapped the modulator to his back. Althea slid her arms into two compression sleeves and let them absorb into her body, her limbs pulsing with metallic sheen. Akron rotated his neck and stretched his shoulders. He wore no armor, just his fists.
The drop timer clicked down.
5…4…3…2…1…
They jumped.
Freefall into heat and chaos.
The hunt had begun.
They dove into the crater like comets.
The heat clawed at them as they sliced through the thick, ash-choked air. The world below was a writhing canvas of molten rivers, rising geysers, and jagged obsidian cliffs. As they fell, Nioh activated their gliders, a soft ripple across his back armor as semi-organic wings unfurled like blades of dark crystal.
