The commander moved with terrifying efficiency, slipping through the chaos, ignoring blows that should have crippled it, singular focus narrowing on the quiet, radiant anomaly at the center of Snow Team.
Felicity felt it. Not hunger.
Recognition.
Victor was already there.
He intercepted the creature mid-stride, power fully unleashed now, fire roaring as ice snapped, forcing the commander back with sheer overwhelming force.
"Stay with me," he snarled, gripping Felicity's wrist without looking away.
She nodded, breath hitching, the space inside her pulling, humming with a power that wanted to answer a call she didn't understand yet.
Ivan's team closed in again.
Legend's shadows hardened into blades, slicing across the creature's limbs. Marx redirected lightning directly through Victor's fire, supercharging the heat into white-hot arcs. Pope, silent until now, slammed both fists into the ground, stone erupting upward to pin the commander's legs.
