CHAPTER 119 — BRONZE DOES NOT BREAK
The King-tier Sand Tyrant's claw came down like a collapsing tower.
Zehell moved first.
Not away.
Forward.
Her spear ignited in a surge of silver, the faint lines along its shaft blazing like molten veins. She drove the butt of the spear into the sand, channeling force downward instead of outward.
The impact from the descending claw met resistance.
Not a shield.
A redirect.
The ground beneath them cratered, but the energy dispersed sideways in a controlled wave instead of crushing inward.
Colby burst into motion the instant the claw struck.
"For us?" he barked, already charging.
"For us it is."
He leapt, gauntlets igniting in twin bursts of compressed kinetic force. Instead of meeting the Tyrant's armor head-on, he slammed both fists into the joint of the descending limb.
The force detonated outward.
Crack.
The massive claw jerked slightly off trajectory.
Not broken.
But displaced.
Darius used that half-second.
