Ch.84 The Countermeasure
Author: samad
last update2026-09-02 13:45:58

The hunter did not roar, and it did not telegraph its strike. It simply vanished from a standstill.

Cyrus tracked the blur of dark, iridescent chitin solely through his enhanced reflexes. He brought the Keres grav-glaive up in a horizontal block just as the creature crossed the thirty feet between them.

The bone-white scythe struck the carbon-osmium shaft.

Sparks showered across the dim comms hub. The physical force behind the blow drove Cyrus's boots backward across the ferrocrete deck. The st
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