I opened my eyes. The world was gray.

​I tried to move my right arm.

​Nothing.

​Nearby, a campfire crackled faintly. Tira was sitting by the fire. She was cleaning some kind of root, scraping away the dirt with a knife. A white bandage stood out on her shoulder.

"You're awake. I gave you the last of the stimulants three hours ago."

​I coughed hoarsely.

​"Where are we?"

​"Three days out from the crash site," she finally turned around. "Nobody's following us."

​I looked at my right hand. The fingers were frozen in a half-bent position. Struggling to reach my travel bag with my left hand, I pulled out Ephraim's old screwdriver. I needed to unlock the catches on the elbow joint, otherwise I wouldn't even be able to walk properly.

​Crunch. Click.

​The metal gave way. The arm dropped to my side. Using a scrap of a strap, I bound it to my chest.

​"Tira," I looked at her, "we need to move out. If Zeno wasn't lying, Dornheim is to the north. By my calculations, if we cross the ridge..."

​"There's no 'we' anymore, Iron."

​My hand hovered over the knot on the strap.

​"What?"

​Tira set the root aside and stood up.

​"My mission is over. Ephraim, who was the key to the archives, and Zeno—the pinnacle of artificial intelligence. They're dead now. And I have no reason to stay with you anymore."

​"But... you saved my life. You shielded me with your own body."

​"Protocol," she cut me off sharply. "Zeno left me with a strict algorithmic directive. Save the host, stabilize his condition, ensure his safety for the first seven days after landing. That timeframe expired at dawn today."

​I stared at her, not recognizing her.

​"Are you serious? You're just going to turn around and walk away?" I scoffed. "After everything we've been through?"

​"We were merely moving in the same direction under the pressure of external circumstances. That pressure is gone now."

​She slung her backpack over her shoulder.

​"Dornheim... If it even exists, good luck finding it."

​She froze for a second.

​As if she wanted to say something.

​But she didn't.

​She turned and walked into the thicket.

​The fire was dying out. I sat on the damp log, feeling empty.

​But I still had to get moving. Without food and proper weapons, I wouldn't last two days.

​I walked for about an hour, pushing my way through dense thickets of fern. My senses were heightened.

​Branch movement vectors: Calculated.

Soil incline: Accounted for.

Air humidity: Measured.

​A crunch.

​[OBJECT DETECTED]

Mass: ~80 kg.

Movement speed: High.

​Some kind of creature leapt out into the clearing. I'd seen them before on the outskirts of the Hive, but I never memorized the name.

​A creature resembling a wolf, but covered not in fur, rather in rigid bone plates reminiscent of oak bark. Its eyes glowed with a dull amber light.

​I slowly reached for my belt. I didn't have my carbine—it was left as a pile of scrap metal at the crash site. Only a short engineering knife.

​It lunged.

​[COLLISION CALCULATION]

Momentum: Mass × Acceleration.

Trajectory: Direct to the ribcage.

Evasion outcome: Impossible (biological limb damaged).

​I thrust my dead prosthesis forward. At the moment of impact, I completely locked the joints of the prosthesis, turning my arm into a rigid support anchored to the ground.

​Impact.

​The beast slammed into my titanium fist at full speed. All the kinetic energy of its leap ricocheted right back into its skull.

​A dry crack rang out. The bone plates on the beast's head shattered into splinters.

​I was thrown backward. The kinetic energy that the prosthesis failed to absorb surged into my shoulder and ribcage.

​I dropped to my knees, clutching my chest. My breath caught in my throat. Black spots swam before my eyes.

​Why the hell can I still not land a single attack without facing the consequences, the thought flashed through my mind.

​I lay there like that for about ten minutes until my lungs finally started pumping air again.

​I walked over to the beast's carcass. I yanked out my knife and started skinning it.

​I pulled the straps on my prosthesis tighter, tossed the meager spoils into my bag, and took a step. Then another.

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