In the darkness, a streak of bright light stabbed into the Communication Officer's eyes. He saw a tsunami-like mass of flame brewing inside that monster's body, its flesh splitting open into a channeled passage of meat, with tongues of fire darting along it.
He muttered, "You've got to be kidding me…"
The next moment, the roaring burning wind surged to explode, and as the monster's body shifted, that burning wind became like a Fire Sword cleaving heaven and earth, slowly sliding toward the Outpost, turning every cliff of rock it touched red-hot, then molten.
"Find cover!"
The Communication Officer shouted, warning everyone, but he had no time to hide.
A heat so intense it could evaporate a person rushed against him. He stood there in a daze, his legs as if frozen solid, unable to move.
