The bones of civilization are not a new sight to him. He'd seen life wiped from a world before. But this is not the time to linger on those past sorrows and guilts. Wordless, and with a surprising lack of sound for someone his size in armor, Locus employs the ring's power and moves into the shadows of one of the still-standing frameworks of a building. Barely anything left, but enough to brace himself against and lower his rifle, staring through the scope for signs of movement that weren't them.

The black and sage armor might stand out on Legion World, but it fades into the rubble surprisingly well. There's no need to turn invisible quite yet.

"North side clear. No sign of hostiles."