The Colossals slowed as if sensing the shift in the air.
A weight pressed down, not from their size, but from the three figures now standing in their path.
The woman in black armor drew a long rifle-like weapon from her back. It's barrel-carved with ancient runes.
The glaive‑bearer twirled his weapon lazily, letting sparks of pale blue Aura lick along the blade.
And then...
"Power Zone: THE RAVINE."
The old man extended his hand.
A ring of silver light rippled outward from his feet, expanding.
When it reached the advancing center Colossal, the creature's massive foot sank...
And in the blink of an eye, the ground beneath it swapped with a patch of terrain far behind it.
The Colossal's momentum buckled as its leg plunged into a deep ravine that hadn't been there a second before.
Its head snapped downward in confusion, its titanic weight shifting awkwardly.
The old man didn't even flinch.
On The Left Flank.
"Power Zone: I Don't Know Where The Bullets Are Coming From."
