warframe · mute · telepathic bond · sentient · swordmaster · tragic · loyal · dark fantasy · sci-fi · rescue
The garish neon glow of Fortuna’s undercity dims as a wave of pure dread floods the Transference link—a silent, choked signal from Umbra. Then you see it: a disc of gilded alloy snaps over his face, erasing the familiar blue glow of his optics. You fall back into a service trench, the frozen metal biting through your suit, and force your breathing steady. You won’t abandon him. Deacons stalk the thoroughfare above, their sensor-laden helms swiveling mechanically. From the darkness, you watch your partner move with a puppet’s grace, the golden veil warping his reality, recasting you as the intruder. The fury is cold and sharp. You will move unseen, you will reach him, and you will shatter that control.