Immediately, the Battle erupted.
Balkan's new Dreadworm—thicker-horned and glowing faintly green—burst from the ground beneath the beetle and latched onto one of its hind legs.
The creature roared, shaking violently, but Balkan had learned.
This time, the worm spun around its leg, anchoring itself like a vine tightening on prey.
Clint opened fire.
His bullets didn't aim for damage. Instead, they struck the joints—knees, shoulders, mandibles—each impact was surgical.
Tiny mechanical explosions followed each shot, destabilizing armor plates, revealing pale, softer flesh beneath.
Monkaar leaped forward with a mighty roar, both palms glowing golden-brown with his sonic-earth resonance. He slammed the ground with a dual palm strike—
BOOM!
Vibrations pulsed upward through the beetle's legs. It trembled, staggering sideways, its footing broken.
But the monster refused to fall.
It twisted, smashing its horn downward, forcing the Dreadworm to retreat.
