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Jeremy stopped his work for a second and raised an eyebrow at her claim, before he chose to leave any comments of her previous ‘work” in his mind.
“I’ll leave you to your work, since it seems like my part here is done. Need to go back to chaos is within acceptable margins back at base.”
The original settlers abandoned it, but it was handed over to be used by the various hunter organizations in a shared fashion.
A pregnant pause left the two in flux as the ranger thought how to answer that.“Yes. Yes, it is,” Jeremy said with a defeated tone.
Upon racks sat his spies in the skies. They were invaluable for ensuring safe operations in the wild and to get the proof he needed.
It was then he saw that which brought him terror appear. Not arrived, but rather came into existence.
The colonization of Barthrone III had been considered a success by all accounts, as far as those who profited from it were concerned.
In a straight run, he would be eviscerated once the faster creature caught up to him, but a plan started to weave together in the ranger’s mind.
It shouldn’t be significant. What was to be worried about? Nothing, to most people. He knew nature twisted in the presence of unholy activity.
It would be the first time he’s ever heard her with anything that wasn’t her normal, collected self or the occasional shock or rage
Jeremy could feel the tension growing deep roots in his body, his muscles tensing up like belaying ropes dangling him inches from lethal heights.