Wind sliced clean through a Spine Crawler's midsection. Its body split in two before it even hit the ground.
Another shrieked as a colossal fist smashed into its side, crushing bone like dry leaves.
Julia's wind surged, lifting Crawlers into the air, then slamming them down like rag dolls. Osric followed the rhythm, each strike flowing with the next. Even Hrothgar, simple as he was, moved with brutal purpose.
They didn't speak.
They didn't need to.
Team Galeforce fought like a storm.
Above them, laser fire continued to pour from the walls, burning through chitin and bone, lighting the sky in red flashes. Spine Crawlers died in heaps, but still they came, driven by something unseen.
Ash stood back, blade still in hand.
He watched for a few seconds longer—how each member moved, how easily they handled it now.
'I guess they don't need me anymore.'
He turned toward the battlefield beyond.
"[Activating skill: Phantom's Stride]"
