The moment Lucian said "Look at me," the hydra reacted.
Five heads locked on him with a silence that felt louder than a scream. Then—like a trigger had snapped—all five heads split in different directions.
Boom.
The wind head lunged at Evelyn's clone. The flame head launched a stream of searing fire across the floor, carving a line straight toward Vyn. The lightning head twisted mid-air and cracked its neck once, then shot a bolt so fast it lit the chamber white. Frost spread from the ice head's mouth in a wide arc, forcing Reia to backpedal. And the stone head slammed into the floor near Silas, sending debris and dust flying into the air like bombs.
They had moved.
So the team did too.
Silas planted both boots hard into the ground—his new gear locking in with a thud. The stone head reared back to slam down again. He didn't dodge.
He charged forward.
His arms pulsed with red energy. The Titan Bracers flared, and as the stone head descended—
He punched upward.
CRACK!
