Cracks spread across the Alpha's mask-like shell. It reeled.
Ben didn't give it time.
"Break—already—DAMN YOU!"
He gripped the pickaxe still buried in the Alpha's ribs, twisted hard—then raised it high above his head.
BAM!
The weapon came crashing down, piercing straight through the Krell Alpha's chest.
The ground trembled, cracks rippling outward as the blow crushed its core.
Ben didn't stop.
He roared, slamming the pickaxe down again—and again—until the Alpha's body was reduced to scraps and gore, torn into bits and pieces beneath his feet.
Meanwhile, A moment earlier, on Elvira's side of the battlefield, the darkness still clung to the air like smoke. But she could feel it—her light spells clashing with the alpha shadow.
Her eyes narrowed. "There."
Channeling her magic, she formed a glowing sphere of compressed light in her hand. With a flick of her wrist, she hurled it toward the source.
BOOM!
