Soal had darted past many empty rooms in the Articulian Facility to reach the only Grid that existed there: an incomplete grid of Sketches stolen back from the Revolutes. Xilling was among them, its easily identifiable skull standing out among other more pleasant symbols. Soal shattered the glass protecting it and took it off of the wall to which it was pinned, entering it without hesitation, with use of the ordinary procedures.
When he entered, he came to a transformed Xilling. Ever since Lint Corp had taken back their Sketch that was originally a sanctuary for the Fviron, they had begun to edit it again. The changes were clearly evident.
First of all, it was night, and Soal could see the moon. They had added a day and night cycle. The namesake Xillingrock was now moist dirt, at least in this area; and before Soal was a field of oil drills, all digging for Dark Light to power their Gauntletes and Conocketts. Th ground was no longer entirely flat, either; Soal could make out mossy knolls in the distance. Everything appeared so different. And with a Lint Corp takeover, Irene's prized Ricketts Base had definitely been demolished.
In the center of this drilling field was a looming tower, which appeared similar to the Ricketts Base, but much, much, much, shorter. It was of a cold, drab gray, just like the Facility itself. And it looked to be easily infiltrated, like many of Lint Corp's sorry creations.
As soon as the electric blue pole that brought Soal here faded, Morse code signals flashed from a barred window at the top floor. A flashlight had probably produced them, perhaps one of the few things Strallatropharh allowed her son to keep.
"Don't worry, Moth," Soal sighed nervously. "I'm on my way."
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The Sketch Survivors: The Enemy Among Us
Fiksi Ilmiah{Book Three in the Sketch Survivors Trilogy} A new and reliable hope rises for the Revolutes when the coordinates of three "Insanity Sketches" are uncovered. Their leader, the Green Phantom, along with several others, all under the leadership o...
