Ethan stood high in the sky.
Through the commander unit, he controlled the entire battlefield.
He could feel it—
authority.
Control.
And… power on the level of an advanced civilization.
The scales of war had tipped completely.
Ethan led a vanguard of dozens of mechanoids he'd taken over, charging at the very front.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized.
Not because of programming—
but because their consciousness had been linked to Ethan.
He wasn't just giving orders anymore.
He was the command system.
He lifted a hand.
Every mechanoid lifted a hand with him.
Energy gathered in their palms.
Then—
it released.
Dozens of destructive beams slammed into the heart of the Nexaris formation.
But the truly lethal part wasn't the firepower.
It was the chaos.
The remaining mechanoids stalled.
Their cores flickered like they were going to burn out, because the orders they were receiving contradicted each other.
Attack.
Stop.
Defend.
Obey.
