Captain Gerald had the brothers guide him to the exact spot where the Greater Taratect had emerged.
If there was even the slightest possibility that more of these creatures remained underground, his unit couldn't afford to leave it unchecked.
And truth be told, it wasn't a matter of possibility; it was near certainty.
A Taratect Walker of that magnitude wasn't just any monstrous anomaly. No, creatures of that class fell within the domain of Prime Walkers, an echelon of Walkers feared not just for their power but for their cunning. These weren't mindless beasts driven by primal instinct. Prime Walkers retained fragments of reason, enough to discern when to strike, when to retreat, and most alarmingly, when to organise.
