The hunters had come a long way through the lost cities. Climbing up into the cockpit of a decommissioned assault walker. The squad could hear scuffling and fighting in the next room.

The interior of this Mech had been fashioned into a church. Wide double doors leading into a hall of worship dark as pitch.

Was this the place Dahlia was being held? Or just another hole with sharp claws? Eager to spill each others blood even more than the invaders at the door.