I realised then that the mastermind had put all his eggs in one basket. The elite defenders I had just scattered were the only real protection for this entire complex.
By grouping the gates together, he had made them vulnerable to a single, concentrated strike.
Now that I was inside the perimeter, the "elite" hybrids were scattered across the cavern, trying desperately to regroup. I didn't give them the chance. I began hunting them down with clinical efficiency.
They were the only ones who truly worried me. During the short span of our engagement at the lip of the hole, their concentrated fire had cost me nearly one hundred million stat points just to keep my shield from shattering.
That was a staggering figure. They were fiercer and more destructive than the Archlord of the Illusionists or even the dreaded Tear God weapon of that same race.
These Hectors weren't playing around; they were hitting with the strength of a fully realised planetary invasion.
