Seventh Circle: PrologueBartex Territories, Sector Delta-Nine 2359, 127 834 after Exodus, 0100 hours
The dull thud of rain hammering upon the hardened material was almost rhythmic. It was as if it were a drum beat: falling as randomly as nature would allow yet for the same reason, the beads were carved as intricately as the mechanized beast that they fell upon. The darkened clouds from which the rain fell carried with them ash and dirt, falling with the water as mud, splattering on shattered concrete and rubble. The clouds above were black swirling like a tortured soul. It was as if the entire heavens were dark scorched by what seemed like an age of war, fighting, and pollution. The only light that managed to break through the ashen hell came from the burning remains and reflected off the shattered glass of decimated cities another casualty.
The orange glitter from the far-off fires glinted in the pale blue glow of the domed visor on the head of a bulky figure standing atop