The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace smelled of ozone, cheap cigars, and the metallic tang of scrap iron.
A glob of caustic, sticky resin erupted from the roof, pinning the Scylla’s massive legs to the mutated earth. The beast roared, but the Buggy didn't stop. They drifted in a wide arc, the crew leaning out of the windows with —assault rifles that fired experimental, high-velocity slugs that bypassed the creature’s carapace but glowed red-hot with every trigger pull. PHOENIX POINT KAOS ENIGNES(2019)
“You Phoenix types always look so stiff,” a voice rasped. It was the Scavenging King, perched atop a throne made of rusted engine blocks. He gestured to the garage behind him, where a sat humming with a volatile, makeshift core. “The Pandorans are evolving. Your shiny New Jericho tech is too slow. You need something with... personality.” The air in the Kaos Syndicate’s roaming marketplace