Chapter 31: Machina (1)
Victor had been chained in place for hours, thick iron links wound tightly around his limbs, and all he could do was wallow in regret.
“I should’ve replaced my trachea with an implant...”
Every breath scorched like fire.
But the moment he muttered that, the acrid air rushed in and slammed into his lungs. Victor broke into a violent coughing fit.
Warnings flooded his AR overlay.
Toxicity Alert.
The latest model lung filter, supposedly resistant to anything short of war-grade gas, had already been breached.
He looked up at the sky—jet black clouds spread above like spilled ink.
Industrial chimneys pierced through them, jagged and metallic. Flickers of red lightning crackled between the layers.
This place is right next to Burning Duct?
Victor could only blame himself.
It meant he’d failed to scout the surrounding area properly.