It's a quick turn back up that steep, fleshy slope: Sombra darts ahead, expecting Lena to follow, footsteps padding upwards in a rush. It's darker, where the light doesn't reach, but judging by the system that's been tracking her orientation, so far nothing's been altered.
Yet.
But in the shadows she hears it again, that digital scuffling. Whispering. Flickering violet.
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It's a quick turn back up that steep, fleshy slope: Sombra darts ahead, expecting Lena to follow, footsteps padding upwards in a rush. It's darker, where the light doesn't reach, but judging by the system that's been tracking her orientation, so far nothing's been altered.
Yet.
But in the shadows she hears it again, that digital scuffling. Whispering. Flickering violet.
"Lena, ahorita! Hurry up!"