Catherine Lorrain POV
Catherine stood at the edge of a broken rooftop, high above the shattered city blocks.
The wind howled as it rushed past her, tugging at her coat and whipping her hair into wild patterns.
She didn't bother brushing it back.
Her eyes, sharp and golden, were focused entirely on the giant moving through the ruins ahead.
The Sentinel.
Even from a distance, it dominated the skyline.
The Sentinel was a towering construct of metal and war-grade alloy, created during the era of Lost Civilization.
Now, it moved with a strange lurch.
If one looked closely, they'd spot it: pale, vine-like growths wrapped tightly around its joints, pulsing with faint red-green light.
Those were the signs of a Metavore infestation.
Catherine's lips curved faintly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes.
Her grip on her sword tightened.
"Combat prowess of a Level 50 Champion from a high-rank species," she muttered. "And corrupted by a hive no less."
She drew her blade.
