The wind in the radiation area always smells like rust, and it feels like sandpaper on your face.
Xu Zi squatted behind the half-collapsed concrete bunker, holding the shiny tactical dagger in his left hand, and pressing his right hand on his chest - there was something beating there, not his heart, but the resonance of the spiritual link. The level three fission beast was in the ruins thirty meters ahead. He could "hear" the beast's breathing, which was as heavy as a broken bellows.
"Call--"
