Augustus sharpened his focus. His eyes flickered to the cracked control module on his wrist. It flashed large text: INDUCTION RENDERING. A timer for thirty minutes.
His eyes drifted upwards to meet the wide muzzle of Clairvoya’s rifle, accented with neon lavender casing. (18/?)
Past the bubbling induction chamber, Cyborg Prince Augustus Wink lay bleeding and flickering. A shrieking explosion outside rattled the room, and his robotic eyes flew open. Violet beams streamed through the curved windows of his isolation cell. (1/?)
They were a motley sight. Three of the soldiers appeared to be gravely injured. One let out a howling scream. His scream lurched out slowly, then seemed to compress and distort. Those in better shape dragged their injured companion against the rounded corners. (17/?)