His concussion flared, his vision doubled, but Rhoam's roars kept him grounded, the panther's charge crushed another titan, its core shattered under his iron weight.
The riftborn titans were relentless, their segmented forms was regenerating with unnatural speed, their roars amplified the psychic visions with every strike, each attack was a test of the trio's endurance.
Another titan lunged at Kelvin, its molten claws tore into his shoulder, the pain a white-hot lance that nearly dropped him to his knees, blood gushed down his arm.
He cursed under his breath, channeling a fiery vortex and Xerion's flames roared through the gauntlet, incinerating the titan, its core exploded in a shower of sparks that lit the molten pools.
Lyra dodged a claw swipe, but a titan's talon raked her arm, reopening her wound and drawing a cry of pain, her gauntlet flickered as blood streamed down her sleeve, her legs buckled under the strain.
