Before the Tyrant could steady itself beneath the crashing sea, a sonic boom cracked overhead. A white blur descended from the heavens, Gerald Vael, his fist glowing, eyes burning with fury.
He didn't give the mutant a moment of reprieve.
Not a second. Not a breath.
Then, two more lights split the horizon, two more epic-ranked veterans.
A spear-wielding woman cloaked in lightning, wind swirling like a halo around her.
And a brute of a man, thickly armored, his aura rippling like molten earth, the air around him bending with sheer heat.
"HOLD IT STILL!" Gerald roared as he spiraled downward.
The brute clapped both hands.
And the sea boiled.
In an instant, the cool blue waters ignited turning into a churning sea of lava. The monster's obsidian skin hissed as it sank deeper into the searing molten depths. It struggled to rise, but speed was never its strength, and its massive form only made it a target.
It was strong, yes.
