Resonance of the Bound

Liam stood at the edge of Haven's Edge, the command post's steel walls at his back, the Wastes stretching out before him like a graveyard of broken dreams. The morning air bit at his skin, heavy with the scent of dust and rust, and the faint hum of a Dominion drone lingered in the distance. His fingers brushed the hilt of Shadowfang at his side—a sleek, single-edged blade, its dark metal absorbing the weak sunlight, the slight curve of its shorter-than-katana length promising swift, deadly strikes. The Echo Bindings on his wrists pulsed faintly, their blue glow a constant reminder of the System's grip on him.