Run! Get the survivors into the lower ventilation shaft right now!Idris roared over the deafening screech of cracking bedrock as a massive rift split the vault floor wide open. Red dark matter plasma spewed upward from the mountain's core, turning the air so hot it scorched the lungs with every breath.The holographic map hovering in front of Idris's chest flashed violently in bright, blood-red glyphs. The orbital warship hanging high in the stratosphere was driving massive kinetic spikes directly into Sector Four's fault lines. It was trying to crack the entire continental shelf off the planet's crust and bury the quarantine breach forever.Unit Four gripped two of the freed hosts by their shoulders, shoving them down into a narrow iron maintenance hatch beneath the crumbling vault. Moving! Unit Four barked, his cracked visor spitting yellow sparks. Commander, the whole mountain is sliding into the lava pool! We have less than two minutes!Rhea slashed her golden b

Get back from the edge before that thing drags us all down to hell!Rhea screamed, grabbing the back of Idris's tactical harness and dragging him away from the widening chasm. She did not have to explain the danger. The ground beneath their boots shook violently, not with an explosive sound, but with the terrifying, rhythmic thud of heavy metal slamming against the cracked earth.Two colossal hands made of ancient, rusted hyper-alloy gripped the jagged edges of the tectonic trench. Slowly, agonizingly, a massive mechanical torso breached the surface of the red desert. It had no face, just a flat, heavy iron shield where a head should be, covered in a thousand years of hardened dirt and dried black dark matter. The noise it made was not a monster's cry. It was the sickening, ear-splitting screech of unlubricated gears and grinding iron forcing itself to move after centuries of absolute silence.It is an Architect World-Breaker, Unit Four gasped, his cracked visor sparking

Grab their hands, do not let them fall into the dark!Unit Four screamed the order, his voice cracking with sheer human panic as the back half of the transport rig suddenly hung open over the bottomless canyon. The massive rusted thumb of the World-Breaker had torn the steel doors away like wet tissue paper. Violent wind whipped through the exposed cargo bay, threatening to suck the seven shivering civilians right over the edge.The first emotional beat hit like a physical punch to Idris's chest. From the shattered windshield of the passenger cab, he looked back through the internal grate and watched absolute terror unfold. A young civilian boy slipped on the tilted metal floor, sliding straight toward the open drop. He did not even have time to scream.Unit Five dove flat onto the grated floor, extending his heavy armored arm. He caught the boy by the collar of his shirt just as his legs swung out over the abyss. Three other Vanguard clones instantly threw themselves on top of Unit F