"Finally let go, huh?" Lil' Shroom looked up from the side, eyes tracking the arc of the Radiant Crystal as Kong hurled it high into the air—easily over a hundred feet.
She quickly commanded a swarm of mimics to rush forward, ready to catch it.
The Radiant Crystal began to lose momentum, hovering for a moment before starting to fall.
"Yoo-hoo!"
Suddenly, a sharp howl echoed from the distance. A blur shot through the sky—fast, almost too fast to follow—and in the blink of an eye, snatched the Radiant Crystal mid-air.
With a powerful flap of its wings, the figure hovered in place.
It was a zombie, but not just any zombie. Its face was twisted and feral, fangs bared in a permanent snarl, its skin covered in fine, bristling fur. The thing looked like a nightmare come to life.
Hellhound—one of the Four War Generals of San Diego.
Clearly, Kong had sensed Hellhound approaching and had deliberately thrown the Radiant Crystal skyward to hand it off.
