[Like that monster we fought when we first met?] Angelica asked, her message flashing on my screen. I knew exactly which one she meant—the grotesque, powerful hybrid I had struggled to put down during our initial encounter.
[Yeah,] I replied grimly. [Think of them as a localised apocalypse of that specific breed. They are all that brutal.] It was the closest comparison I could offer to prepare them for the impact.
The horizon was no longer just dust; it was a living tide of muscle and teeth. I didn't waste another second. "Come forth!" I roared, my voice carrying the weight of a sovereign's command.
In a shimmering distortion of space, I summoned all my scattered private warriors from their various posts and brought them to the chariot's deck. I scanned the approaching horde.
Even though the enemy had brought a world-ending army of monsters to slaughter or stall us, they had made one critical oversight: they lacked any aerial support. The sky belonged to me.
