Midair, frozen in time: an Orlock juve launches himself from a chain-slung gantry, twin pistols blazing as a railcar explodes behind him. His face is lit by muzzle flash, a wild snarl carved across his scarred cheek. His denim vest flaps in the concussive wind, revealing cybernetic ribs glowing faintly beneath torn fabric. Below, a group of hostile scavvers dive for cover as bullets rip through barrels of leaking promethium. The background is a tangle of burning conduits and electrified rail lines, rendered in jagged ink lines and acid green glows. Sparks, debris, and flying shrapnel streak diagonally across the frame — a perfect chaos splash page.
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