The mutated animals nearby began to tremble, their instincts screaming danger. Even the livestock stationed kilometers away grew restless, their panic rippling through the land. It was as if something primal had awakened within them, a warning that something far beyond their level was unfolding.
They wanted to flee.
But fear rooted them in place.
Some hid. Others ran aimlessly, unable to think, driven only by instinct.
And Mike...
He wasn't spared.
The pressure crashed down on him without mercy. His knees buckled, and he dropped heavily onto the ground, pain shooting through him as he landed. Yet even that barely registered.
Because all he could feel… was the overwhelming weight pressing in from every direction, suffocating, inescapable.
Duke and the mutated Golden Eagle clashed, not with claws or talons, but with sheer will.
