The first impact of the monster did not sound like a collision.
It sounded like the mountain itself giving way.
A Tier-100 creature brought its limb down, and the plateau beneath it did not simply crack, it folded. Stone collapsed inward in layered rings, each wave carrying enough force to shatter anything caught within it. The air compressed violently, pressure rippling outward in a visible distortion that crushed debris into dust before it even settled.
Most teams did not survive that first impact.
The Regalons did not retreat.
They adjusted.
Rudra stepped forward into the collapsing ground, his movement calm, measured, completely out of sync with the destruction around him. His fist drove forward, but it did not behave like a strike. The space ahead fractured first, deep cracks tearing open before his hand even reached the target.
From those fractures, the tendrils emerged.
