The impact of the False Phoenix striking the stellar iron raised stone road sent blast waves echoing through five miles of underground bedrock. The eighty-ton chimera lay thrashing in a crater of buckled iron, its cut left wing smoking twenty paces away, spraying high-pressure streams of oily black void blood across the ancient runes.
Despite the loss of its wing, the titan was far from incapacitated.
The creature’s four pairs of milky, pupil-less eyes flared with unholy violet soft glow as it pushed itself upward with its leftover right wing, its serrated silver-steel beak snapping with high-pressure fury. Dozens of pale, stringy void tentacles erupted from the ragged wound at its shoulder, writhing through the hot air like cut cables, seeking any living warm-blooded host to parasitize.
“Cell Alpha, pin the sample!” Arthur roared, racking the bolt of his Ancient Suture Lance as he sprinted across the shattered raised stone road. “Titus, anchor the neck plates! Grimm, lock the jaw!”
Titus moved with astonishing moving gaining speed for a multi-hundred-ton beast. The great tortoise didn’t slow down. He dropped his massive front legs directly onto the titan’s thrashing tail, channeling his innate earth-core gravity manipulation into a hyper-dense aimed clamp.
