Pipsi tumbled two stories down, landing in a dark, flooded sub-basement with a wet splat . Its left wheel spun uselessly. Above, the howl of a class Ethereal echoed. It knew the route back was cut off.
The fsssssst sound was the most beautiful noise it had ever heard. zzz pipsi
It bounced off a wall, spun through a pack of startled Ethereals, and crashed through the depot’s loading bay door, landing in a sparking heap at Kaelen’s feet. Pipsi tumbled two stories down, landing in a
His eyes shot wide. “That’s… that’s not just citrus. That’s the smell of a brand new trading card pack. How?” It knew the route back was cut off
Pipsi gave a cheerful “Pip-Pip!” and rolled out from behind a shattered vending machine. Its target: a derelict . Before the Fall, it was a factory for a forgotten soda: Zest-Zap . Kaelen had a client—a reclusive billionaire—willing to pay a fortune for one authentic bottle.
Carrying the crate was impossible. So Pipsi did what any resourceful Bangboo would do: it popped the cap on one bottle using a stray bolt.