The third figure broke formation.
In an instant, twin rockets ignited beneath its feet. A concussive blast scattered dust and debris as it shot through the air like a missile.
"Target locked. Initiating termination protocol."
Its arms shift mid-flight—disassembling with clockwork precision into a thick barrel, converging into a cannon.
A deep green glow gathered at its core—violent, unstable, humming with annihilative intent.
Ezra moved without hesitation.
BOOM.
A beam of viridian fury erupted, blanketing the terrain like a falling star. The ground cracked, then shattered, and a line of mountains in the beam's path were vaporized—reduced to molten glass, the very bedrock sliced clean.
Chunks of earth hundreds of meters thick floated momentarily before collapsing in a chain reaction of dust and shattered plateaus.
