Five Peak-Silver operatives eliminated. Only Harrison remains.
The Mid-Gold captain stood alone among the carnage, his sword steady despite the impossible odds. Blood seeped from claw marks across his armor while sweat beaded on his forehead.
"What are you?" Harrison demanded, his voice tight with controlled fear.
Apex predator. Natural selection in action.
The cave system fell silent except for Harrison's labored breathing and the distant drip of water against stone. No reinforcements would come—his entire team lay dead around him.
"Seven elite operatives," Harrison muttered, calculating the implications. "Our Lord won't ignore this."
Time to end this conversation permanently.
..
Harrison's tactical mind processed the impossible situation with professional clarity. His entire team eliminated by a single beast whose capabilities exceeded every threat assessment in their operational database.
'Mid-Gold rank. Physical enhancement specialisation. Apex predator instincts.'
