The warning came seconds too late. Kaelen's console screamed an alert just as a new, teeth-rattling frequency erupted from the Kronos Spire. It wasn't the controlling Alpha wave. This was sharper, a sonic scalpel designed to kill.
The Omega Pulse hit the pack like a physical blow. Lycans clutched their heads, howling in agony as the wave triggered violent, uncontrollable cellular decay. Fur receded and erupted in sickening cycles; bones audibly cracked and reset. It was a forced, rapid degeneration.
"We're under attack in here!" Kaelen yelled into the comms, fighting to stay upright himself, his implants overloading with the hostile data.
Anya's voice was strained over the link. "Kaelen, they're in the streets! Kronos troops with portable emitters! They're not coming for us, they're... they're purging the entire sector!"
Jax roared, his form flickering wildly between man and beast. "The stabilizer! Elara, now!"
Elara, bleeding from her nose, scrambled to administer the doses. It was a race against entropy. The stabilizer worked, but it was a dam against a tsunami. They had minutes, maybe an hour, before the pack tore itself apart from the inside.
They weren't just hunted. They were being erased. They weren't just hunted. They were being erased.