Prophet let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He snapped the Stalker’s neck, turned his bow toward the remaining CELL soldiers, and felt the suit ripple. The ghost was no longer hiding.
"Focus, Prophet," Psycho’s voice crackled through the comms. "You’ve got the first part. If you don't secure that second archive, the Alpha Ceph is going to wake up before we can even find its front door." Crysis.3-RELOADED.part2.rar
The terminal was guarded by a squad of CELL soldiers—mercenaries who thought they owned the apocalypse. They were looking for a ghost. Prophet let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding
At 99%, a Ceph Stalker erupted from the ceiling, claws extended. Prophet didn't flinch. He grabbed the creature’s throat with one hand, the Nanosuit’s servos whining with effort, and held it back until the final chime echoed in his ear. They were looking for a ghost
Prophet didn't answer. He stepped off the ledge of the rusted remains of the Chrysler Building, his Nanosuit engaging the instantly. He hit the swampy ground with a silent thud, the suit absorbing the impact.