The forth wave tore across the southern dunes.
Kevin's voice crackled in Max's helmet.
"We've got a problem on this side too."
Max turned.
More Tier 6s.
Three of them, charging like monsters let loose from a sealed gate.
One was massive—thick legs like an elephant's, a jagged black hump rising from its back. Its armored skin shimmered with dark iron, every step pounding the Hollowbound beneath it into pulp.
Next to it, faster than the others, ran a low-bodied beast with six legs. Its gray fur rippled like smoke in motion, muscles twitching beneath. It weaved through the dunes, leaving deep claw marks in its wake. Eyes sharp. Silent.
The third—pure brute force. A minotaur as tall as a watchtower, horned and hulking. Its eyes burned red under a mess of black fur, and its breath came in clouds of heat. Every stride broke the earth.
Max clenched his fists.
"Too many…"
He glanced back at the worm. It was still thrashing, metal bots struggling to hold it in place.
