The air was thick with the scent of ash and blood Ryker stepped over the bodies of the fallen. His vision blurred, the edges of reality fraying as the backlash took hold. His heart pounded in his chest like a war drum, drowning out the distant screams. He had pushed too far this time, teetering on the brink of berserk. Desperation clawed at him, a silent scream for salvation. With the last shred of his sanity, he activated his comms. "I need a guide. Now."
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