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Chapter 6: Paths Converge
Blake's eyes scanned the mist-shrouded ruins, her breath steady and controlled. The golden haze of Venus hung thick in the air, the heat oppressive and unrelenting. Nikko's soft lavender light hovered beside her, his shell dimmed to avoid drawing attention.
"The research outpost is just ahead," Nikko whispered. "Stay sharp. There are Fallen everywhere."
Blake nodded, her body poised and ready. She could feel the Void simmering within her, a cold, quiet power waiting to be unleashed. She moved silently, her footsteps barely disturbing the cracked ground beneath her.
Yang's boots crunched on the golden soil, her fists clenched and ready. Flare's bright red and yellow shell glowed beside her, casting flashes of light on the ruins around them.
"We're getting close," Flare said, his voice brimming with excitement. "I'm picking up faint energy signatures—it has to be the outpost."
Yang's eyes narrowed. "Good. Maybe we'll find some answers… or some weapons."
A low growl echoed through the mist, and Yang clenched her fists tighter. The heat of Solar Light curled beneath her skin, ready to erupt.
Blake slipped between two crumbling walls, the shadows wrapping around her like a cloak. The faint hum of Fallen machinery reverberated through the air. As she crept forward, her eyes caught a glint of metal half-buried in the dirt.
She knelt and pulled it free—a survival machete, its blade dulled but sturdy.
"This will do," she whispered.
"A good find," Nikko agreed. "But be careful—there's something big up ahead."
Blake's grip tightened on the machete. She peered around the corner and froze. A minor Fallen Captain stood in the clearing, its hulking form clad in dark, jagged armor. Smaller Dregs clustered around it, their weapons crackling with Arc energy.
"We can't take them all head-on," Nikko whispered. "Use the Light. Trust your instincts."
Blake took a deep breath, feeling the Void surge within her. Her free hand glowed with dark energy as she formed a swirling sphere—a Vortex grenade.
She hurled it into the middle of the group. The grenade exploded, a vortex of Void energy spiraling outwards. The Dregs were caught instantly, their bodies pulled into the swirling darkness. The Fallen Captain staggered, its armor cracking under the pressure.
Blake dashed forward, the machete a blur in her hand. She struck with precision, her blade slicing through weakened joints in the Captain's armor. The creature let out a strangled cry before collapsing into etheric mist.
She exhaled slowly, the Void energy dissipating around her.
"Well done," Nikko said, pride in his voice. "The outpost is just ahead."
Yang's footfalls were louder now, the path ahead clear of enemies. Her fists still crackled with the remnants of Solar energy. Flare flitted beside her, his light pulsing with urgency.
"There's someone else here," Flare said. "I'm picking up another Guardian's signature."
Yang's eyes widened. "Another Guardian? Who?"
They rounded a corner, and Yang's breath caught. Standing amidst the ruins, her back to a crumbling wall, was Blake.
"Blake!" Yang shouted.
Blake spun around, her eyes widening. Relief washed over her face.
"Yang!" Blake called back, a smile tugging at her lips.
They closed the distance in seconds. Yang's arms twitched as if she wanted to pull Blake into a hug, but the moment passed too quickly. They settled for standing side by side, the weight of their new reality pressing on them.
"You're alive," Yang said, her voice rough with emotion.
"So are you," Blake replied softly. "I'm glad you're here."
Flare and Nikko exchanged glances, their lights pulsing in a quiet acknowledgment.
"We need to get inside that outpost," Nikko said. "It's not safe out here."
Yang cracked her knuckles, the warmth of Solar Light still coursing through her. "Let's go, then. I've got your back."
Blake nodded, the shadows curling around her once more. "And I've got yours."
They moved together toward the outpost, the building's silhouette taking shape through the mist. As they approached, Blake's form shimmered and faded—her cloak of invisibility wrapping her in shadow.
Yang smirked. "That's new."
Blake's voice whispered from the shadows. "I'm still figuring it out."
Suddenly, a shot whizzed past Blake's shoulder, striking the wall behind her. She froze, the shadows falling away as she involuntarily decloaked.
A harsh, familiar voice echoed through the mist. "Show yourselves, or I won't miss next time, and your invisibility needs work. You're fluctuating it too much."
Blake's heart pounded as she turned to face the shooter. A figure stepped from the shadows, their weapon raised, eyes narrowing.
The figure's voice wavered, panic creeping in. "Say your name. Now."
"Blake," she said firmly.
"Nikko," her Ghost added, his lavender light flaring slightly.
The figure's weapon lowered, their breath catching. "Blake?…"