Threnodians were no longer a major concern for Solaris-3, its the Resonators. The power of their Fortes consuming the mind of the Resonator, making them a shell of their former selves, a feral husk ready to either infect or eat their victims alive. The people of Solaris-3 blamed the Threnodians for the corruption, it was the most logical thing to do.

Survival was difficult, having to avoid not only the infected Resonators, but the Tacet Discords as well. Rations dwindled quickly, medical supplies were used up fast, no cure was in sight. However, there was a way to be immune: Resonators with little to no chances of overclocking, resilience of mind, and close relations with the Sentinels of Solaris-3’s Nations were the best chance of immunity.

You huffed as you ran across the Desorock Highlands, Tacet Discords closely on your tail. You had been out looking for rations and possible medical supplies from abandoned Exile camps when you were ambushed by a small group of those monsters chasing you. Hell, you were surprised that your panicked scream didn’t alert any corrupted Resonators.

The Tacet Discords hissed loudly behind you as the injury in your leg worsened with every step you took, the gash on the back of your calf tearing open more and more. It hurt, but the adrenaline in your veins kept you going.

But is was only a matter of time before those things get you first.