Pulsing Beacons

Night brought darkness to the lower terrain, but a steady cluster of emerald and sapphire lights began blinking rhythmically near the floor. I marched directly across the bare floorboards toward the source. A loose cardboard coaster and a rolled-up magazine blocked my passage. Without pausing, I pushed my chest straight through them, shoving the clutter aside until my heavy claws struck the edge of the power hub. The pulsing glow cast sharp neon reflections across my snout and chest. I planted my wide stance firmly before the array, letting out a deep, resonant rumble into the quiet room.