Alarms blared as the wyvern tore through reinforced walls, seeking the energy sources he could sense within. Storage units were ripped open, their precious contents consumed in seconds as Storm devoured core after core, the blue channels along his body glowing brighter with each one.
"He's absorbing them directly," Noah realized, watching through the ship's cameras as they approached. "Not just eating—he's integrating their energy."
"We need to land now," Sophie insisted. "Before the military reinforcements arrive."
Kelvin nodded, guiding their vessel toward a clear section of the landing pad. "I'm registering multiple approaching signatures. Heavy assault class. ETA four minutes."
The ship touched down. The trio disembarked quickly, Sophie grabbed ravager weapons and handed to the boys with her as they surveyed the devastation. The defense grid lay in ruins, ice covering most surfaces in beautiful but lethal formations.
