The remaining Void-Centurions pressed inward around the base of the Gravity Anchor, their dark-matter halberds humming with localized spatial distortion.
Kai stood alone at the foot of the fifty-foot pulsing purple spire, ignoring the closing ring of eight-foot-tall armored giants while his glowing starlight eyes traced the internal structural lines of the crystal.
"Form a wedge around his back!" Yena shouted over the deafening clatter of steel, leading her veteran infantry through the shattered gaps in the enemy phalanx.
Her rebel fighters slammed their iron shields together, locking boots against the super-cooled permafrost to absorb the punishing physical strikes of the giant guards.
Lieutenant Elian braced his shoulder against Yena's right flank, driving his modified obsidian spear upward into the exposed armpit of a towering Centurion before it could drop its halberd onto her head.
