Damon moved through the battlefield with controlled aggression, the sledgehammer in his hands cutting wide, destructive arcs through the swarm of constructs that pressed in from all directions, each swing carrying enough force to crush through alloy that would have rendered his earlier strikes useless, yet even as one unit fell, two more stepped in to replace it, their movements synchronized, relentless, and far more adaptive than anything they had faced before.
The sound of metal colliding with metal echoed continuously, each impact reverberating through the vast floor as fragments of destroyed constructs scattered across the ground, only to be overshadowed by the growing number that continued to advance.
