Higan’s face dropped for a moment as cackling filtered through carefully modulated interior speaker systems. His brows furrowed and his expression darkened. With a sudden jump his smile returned again.

“Bit shit that is, let’s have some music, something… heavy.” Computer Systems gave the equivalent of a frown before a heavily modulated voice acquiesced to his demands and one of his favourites started to play. The noise from outside was blocked out by the defiant instrumentals of Ramor metal musicians as Higan began to nod along to the tunes. Completely ignoring the sounds, the Mech strode in the direction of the signature it had picked up. Systems aboard the A.S.P could analyse materials at an extremely advanced level from distance, and had picked up substance from the Anomaly. Minute amounts, invisible to the naked eye, mucous most likely. The sort of remnants any living creature would drop unknowingly just through the act of movement. It might have been untraceable to an ordinary humanoid, but such were the wonders of modern technology.

With a nonchalant air the Mech pursued the path of the creature, which by necessity had to have moved through the forest after exiting the rift. The trees seemed to edge closer to the great metal Walker, packed fairly tight. It was no matter, the A.S.P tore them asunder when they dared block its passage. If this was where the creature made its home it would regret coming to Ramor, that it would.