The marines—who had long since infiltrated the command bridge of Taurus Prime using phased equipment—had concealed themselves near the critical systems used to manage the ship. From those positions, they were ready to eliminate any Minotaur the moment the order was given.
And the moment it was given, they moved.
They emerged from concealment with terrifying efficiency, striking in perfect coordination. In a single decisive motion, they eliminated their targets with absolute precision, leaving the Minotaurs no time to react—no chance to safeguard their lives.
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[Pause — Author POV]
Suddenly, time froze.
Everything stopped. The marines halted mid-motion, weapons poised just as they were about to split Minotaurs in two, frozen in their strides. Terror remained etched onto the faces of countless Minotaurs, their expressions locked in place.
