Arcticus December 6, 2023 Wesley & Harry Neither of you see any movement in the dead end. There's a streak of blood leading from the corner of the shipping containers to the dead elf. You notice a number of bloody pawprints, boot and shoe treads, and blood spatter on floor. It looks like something out of a horror trid. The light from the parking lot illuminates the entry way, your bodies casting shadows on the wall of containers in front of you. The air is stale, reeking of death. You see no immediate threats as you enter. Your adrenaline-fueled hearts break the silence of the warehouse. Phantom A misty ethereal orb starts glowing in the palm of the Red Wraith. Little ones and zeroes scatter out from it like a fountain bubbling over. The Red Wraith lifts up its hand, pointing it at the shadowy Demon. A pulse of light, and the orb races out, striking the Demon. It contorts and glitches, before ultimately derezzing. Bang As you enter, you can see the faint glow emanating from the elf's corpse through your infrared filter. It's subdued, especially compared to the hot and bright outlines of your comrades, but the heat is still visible nonetheless. Your tactical optics filter highlights the body, scrawling text just above it: Target: Elf, Male | Status: Deceased In your peripherals, you see a brief flash of a heat signature on the other side of the containers in one of the gaps. It's gone before you can turn your head to look. You think it might have been going toward the loading bay doors, but it happened so quickly you're not sure. Ram From your vantage point, there's still no signs of movement. The same flickering lights, the same dimness and dark recesses.
