Laura's triumph ignited a spark that surged through the hearts of the surviving evolvers like wildfire. Her breathtaking display of power—defeating a monstrous sea serpent and evolving right before their eyes—shattered their despair and reignited their will to fight.
"ALL THAT'S LEFT ARE SMALL FRIES. MOVE!" roared the blood-drenched Mayor, lifting his dented axe high. His voice boomed with renewed vigor, reverberating across the battlefield. Without hesitation, he charged into the chaotic fray of sea creatures, his armor glinting under the afternoon sun, stained with gore.
WAAAAAAAAAAA!
A triumphant war cry rose behind him as thousands of soldiers followed, emboldened by his leadership and Laura's victory. Steel clashed against scale and claw. The scent of salt, blood, and something far fouler choked the air.
And then, everything changed.
Like a string snapped from a puppeteer's hand, the sea creatures suddenly broke formation.
They scattered.
