Ben nodded toward the glowing battlefield below. "Simple," he said. "Let One finish them."
Below, One's voice echoed across the hive mind. "All Krell Units—initiate Break Point Formation. Intercept. Isolate. Cripple their flanks. Keep them out of the tower's shadow."
The battlefield churned with movement, golems thundering forward in unison, stone legs pounding the ground like war drums.
Their formation three lines thick. The front carried massive shields fused with lightning glyphs, intercepting arrow volleys and magical blasts.
The second wielded stone, bladed polearms, stabbing over their shield-bearers' shoulders. And the third? Casters.
Golems with runic cores pulsing from their chests, launching earthen spikes and bursts of magnetic force to drag enemies into the killing zone.
