Anya and Jax's assault was a storm of fury. They crashed through the Spire's grand lobby, a wave of fangs, claws, and plasma fire. Jax was a force of nature, unstoppable, a king reclaiming his throne. Anya moved with him, a deadly shadow, her shots taking out emplacements and leaders.
But Kronos was ready. They deployed a new weapon: Sonic Furies, agile drones that emitted localized Omega bursts. Lycans began to falter, their healing unable to keep up with the rapid decay.
Finn fell, his body locking mid-shift. Anya watched in horror as he crumbled to dust. The pack's rage turned to desperation. They were being slaughtered.
"Kaelen, wherever you are, hurry!" Anya screamed into her comm, diving behind a shattered column as a Fury drone shredded the marble where she'd stood.