They had been tracking a ripple in reality for hours. Something ancient and formless was trying to breach the Zero Point.
The storm did not bother Asmodeus. To him, the swirling violet tempests of the Island felt less like a threat and more like home.
"It was just a test," Callisto remarked, stepping up beside him. "The entity is probing the Island's defenses." Fortnite Asmodeus Skin
Asmodeus moved with a speed that defied human reflexes. He was a blur of tactical precision and supernatural grace. He slid under a hail of assault rifle fire, firing a single, precise shot from his hand cannon that shattered the shield of the lead attacker.
"Then we cut the strings," Asmodeus replied, his voice a low, gravelly echo behind his mask. The corrupted loopers charged. They had been tracking a ripple in reality for hours
Suddenly, the air grew thick and heavy. Out of the shadows stepped a squad of corrupted loopers, their eyes glazed over with a mindless, dark energy. They moved in perfect, eerie unison, weapons raised.
Asmodeus did not flinch. He slowly reached behind his back and drew his weapon, his Ocular back bling shifting and dilating as it tracked every target in the vicinity. To him, the swirling violet tempests of the
As the last looper collapsed to the ground, panting but free, the dark energy evaporated into the sky. Asmodeus stood over the center of the breach, watching the purple mist dissipate.