Outside the mountain, the situation had indeed collapsed into an absolute disaster.
Lin crackled with volatile, unstable lightning. She was exhausted, her breathing ragged, yet she stubbornly held the line directly in front of the mountain's entrance, desperately fighting to keep the horde from fully pouring inside.
Looming directly in front of her was a towering, grotesque mutant that roughly mirrored the silhouette of a dragon.
The Vanguard had been entirely unable to peel the mountain of mutant flesh off the prize. The Shadow Dragon was simply too massive.
The sheer surface area of the guardian had allowed hundreds of mutants to latch onto its body simultaneously, literally constructing a secondary mountain of writhing meat over the dissolving corpse. Dislodging that kind of density was impossible with the meager reserves the Vanguard had left.
