[b][u]A Trace[/u][/b] [i][u]Ruins of Warlowe, Frice[/u][/i] [b]He crouched over the puddle, what remained of the supposed Genesis that razed the city Placing their hand over it, a red light emitted from their palm, scanning it It beeped, and he looked at the HoloScreen readout[/b] [i]Hmph.[/i] [b]What sounded like almost a chuckle resounded from his helmet Standing, he looked back at what passed for a team of scientist and their guards... or what remained of them Bodies scattered across the streets, scorched corpses fused into their armor and weapons He spoke, a strange voice that sounded like a mixture of static and groans A Warp opened, and he began to walk through, before stopping just short of it[/b] [i]She was here.[/i] [b]He walked through, and it closed[/b]