Eustache clenched his jaw, the weight of the situation crashing down on him like a sledgehammer. The beast horde—sudden and chaotic—was no mere freak of nature. It was a calculated move. A diversion. His mind raced. The energy dome had failed when their victory was near, followed by a brutal two-pronged assault. Three, if he included the infiltrator who had sabotaged the dome from within.
"Hold your lines! Bring in the Bioborgs! And if I—"
His words died with him.
In a blink, he felt a strange floating sensation, a surreal disconnection, as he never realised his head had left his shoulders until it thudded onto the cold stone, rolling briefly before everything faded to black.
