The air trembled, tension thick enough to suffocate.
From the distance, two silhouettes emerged. One was Earth, its form bulkier than even Inferno or Venom, its sheer presence radiating raw, immovable power. But Ben's focus wasn't on him.
His eyes locked onto the second figure. Smaller. Different. The moment he saw it, his instincts screamed. 'So that's the true Alpha.'
Even from this distance, Ben could feel it. The pressure. The sheer weight of its presence pressing down on the battlefield like an unseen force. This one was different. This one was stronger.
His fingers tightened around his pickaxe. Without another word, he kicked off the ground, soaring through the air, landing beside Elvira. "You good?"
Elvira's breathing was steady, but her body still trembled from exhaustion. Even after absorbing more mana, her circuits were in shambles. "No. But if you mean 'Can I fight?'—then yes."
Ben let out a small grin. "Good."
"How about The Krell?" Elvira asked.
