And then there was the ferocious roar, spreading in all directions. It was pure savagery, unconstrained by any machine, chip, or control program—an instinct forged from countless hormones and genes. In its agony, the dying Giant Beast descended into madness.
All its tentacles thrashed wildly, sweeping across the sky. They lashed past the combat swarm and the Salamanders behind it. Plumes of black smoke rose as aircraft plummeted from the sky.
Without programmatic control, it had become a mere wild animal. The stimulus of death had aroused its instincts as never before, making it extremely agitated. With just a slight nudge… it could cause immense damage!
As the Ivy League's fighter fleet began emergency evasions, they saw a figure appear on the Synthetic Beast's forehead, smiling and waving at them.
