Ben pointed at the glowing battlefield below. "Simple," he said. "Let One finish them."
Below, One's voice echoed through the hive mind.
"All Krell Units, initiate Break Point Formation.
Intercept.
Isolate.
Cripple their flanks.
Keep them out of the tower's shadow."
The battlefield churned with movement.
Golems thundered forward in unison, stone legs pounding the ground like war drums.
Their formation was three lines thick.
The front line carried massive shields fused with lightning glyphs.
They intercepted arrow volleys and magical blasts.
The second line wielded stone bladed polearms.
They stabbed over the shoulders of the shield-bearers.
The third line was casters.
These golems had runic cores pulsing in their chests.
They launched earthen spikes and bursts of magnetic force that dragged enemies into the killing zone.
One stood high on the central tower.
He adjusted the battlefield layout in real time.
"Units Beta and Sigma, pull to the flanks.
