Meanwhile, Isolde's silver gaze scanned ahead, piercing through forest and frost as though the terrain were translucent. "At least four high-density concentrations deeper within. Likely evolved variants."
Duke smirked faintly. "Good. It's been a while."
They accelerated and vanished into the frozen horizon.
Bruce didn't waste a second.
He surged forward, boots barely grazing the frost before pushing off again. Ice-laden trees blurred past him as he moved, his Authority spreading outward like an invisible tide.
One kilometer.
Anything within that radius collapsed.
Monkeys launching from treetops. Monkeys bursting from snow-covered burrows. Monkeys diving from cliff edges with shrieks of fury. The moment they entered his range, their vitality shrank, their bodies withered, and they dropped. Again. And again. And again, like rain falling in reverse.
Bruce's expression remained calm, but internally he was calculating.
