The chamber had collapsed into chaos. Fire ate through what had once been the command level, and the roar of falling metal sounded like the groaning of an old god dying beneath its own weight. Cain moved through it with purpose, every motion stripped down to survival and precision.
Roselle was somewhere behind him—he could hear her short bursts of gunfire, cutting through the thick metallic haze. The monster's roar came again, closer this time, shaking the shattered beams that jutted out like jagged ribs.
Cain didn't think. He dove under one swinging limb, {Eidwyrm} flashing in a tight arc that carved through molten hide and sent sparks scattering across the ground. The creature's retaliatory blow sent him tumbling across the steel, the impact cracking his ribs and stealing his breath.
He coughed once, spat blood, and got back up.
