Leon and the others, Adrian, Racheal, and Lieutenant Lancelot, made their way east toward the next city. The journey didn't take long. Gandam lay close to Harlot's Paradise, part of the ring of cities encircling the Capital.
Unlike the chaos they'd faced before, Gandam was quiet. Too quiet. The corruption here hadn't grown wild yet, and the creatures that infested the streets matched the expected strength of a cluster that had been active for such a short time. Compared to their last fight, this was almost peaceful.
The team split up along the city's central plaza, the cracked stone roads glinting faintly under Pandora's long morning light. The air trembled with insect-like chirps as hundreds of bipedal ants, each the height of a man scuttled out from the ruins. Their bodies gleamed with a slick black sheen, and their mandibles clicked with a rhythm that would have unsettled any normal soldier.
But to Adrian and Racheal, it was barely a challenge.
