Seven’s optics clicked as he scanned the horizon. A pack of Skimmers was burrowing through the dunes nearby, their chitinous limbs glinting in the pale moonlight. He checked his internal clock. He had been waiting for this data to compile for three days. The file name on the screen read: Kenshi_Legacy_Archive_v1.0.57 . Suddenly, the terminal chirped. Extraction Complete.
The progress bar on the old terminal flickered, stuck at 99%. Outside the ruins of the Black Desert City, the acid rain hissed against the rusted plates of Seven’s armor. Seven wasn't a hero; he was a skeleton with a fading memory bank and a heavy fragment axe that had seen better centuries. Kenshi.v1.0.57.part2.rar
"Machine!" a voice boomed, thick with religious zeal. "Submit to the flame!" Seven’s optics clicked as he scanned the horizon