As the... thing... that George practically threw at me wraps itself around- and somehow soaks itself into- my hand, I stare at it with a look of absolute horror and disgust. This is worse than voidmetal, I say to myself- and that's saying something. If there's anyone who knows how to degrade one's sanity, it's me. Or so I thought...
However, with Soaras and Tyler already stepping out the door, there doesn't seem time to worry about that now. I follow them, wondering how we could possibly track down a nondescript black box in a city of toppled buildings.