Chapter 77: A Desperate Gamble
Elsewhere on the battlefield, another deadly confrontation was unfolding.
The Spear-Wielder—one of the three humanoid Tier-One beasts—stood motionless in the center of the chaos. Its blank, featureless face revealed nothing, yet there was an undeniable weight to its presence. Unlike the mindless lesser beasts, this one moved with intelligence. Purpose. A predator not just of flesh, but of strategy.
Its obsidian spear gleamed with an eerie glow, a trail of thick, black smoke following each movement like the residue of something unnatural. It wasn't just a weapon—it was an extension of the creature itself, something forged from the abyss.
And it was fast.
"SHING!"
The first thrust came without warning, a blur of black cutting through the air. Vice Commander Kent sidestepped at the last moment, his boots grinding against the dirt. The spear passed just inches from his chest, slicing clean through a steel helmet lying abandoned on the ground.
