Johnquis was fighting with everything he had.
But the truth was clear—this thing wasn't just out of his league. It was built to crush his kind.
A Tanker. A high-class Abnormal. Bigger than most. Tougher than all. And worst of all…smart.
Its last attack left cracks spiderwebbing through the stone floor. The pool behind Johnquis erupted, water spraying into the air, steam hissing from contact with its core heat.
The whole chamber trembled. The sound of the blow echoed like thunder inside a sealed cathedral—loud, suffocating, impossible to think through.
Johnquis landed in a crouch, gasping for breath, vision swimming.
His heart slammed in his ribs.
"That thing's not just strong…"
He muttered, eyes tracking its slow, deliberate movement. "It's shifting the air with every move. That's what's screwing me up…"
