Ava's eyes widened, raking over the beasts as I changed, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "What... the fuck are those?"
"Hunters," I rumbled, voice low, cock twitching at her awe. "Autonomous killers on wheels. AI cores smarter, ran by ARIA's little sister—packed with weapons, shields, the works."
The first loomed brutal: a hulking, low-slung monster forged from razor facets, armored plates slicing the air like claws, wide and oppressive, front shield a battering ram, tapering to a stubby tail. Fat, treadless tires devoured the concrete, rear one grotesquely wide, golden-veined shocks coiled like serpents.
No exhaust, no lights—just hidden fury, pulsing subtly as if alive, hungry.
Void Reaper.
The second coiled sleeker: a viper of flowing aggression, bulbous core swelling like a venom sac, hooded fairing with glowing LED veins forming an enraged glare.
