The Behemoth roared, and the city broke.
Steel screamed as the Rift-Tyrant's bulk hammered into the industrial blocks, its molten ridges glowing brighter than a furnace. Entire warehouses folded like paper under its weight, and the air split with the stench of burning stone.
The battlefield dissolved into chaos.
"Fall back!" Pike bellowed, his voice nearly drowned out by the quake. His soldiers scrambled, cohesion cracking as fear finally outweighed obedience.
They ran east, back into the city's labyrinth, trying to get away from the Behemoth's furnace maw. But the Behemoth didn't care about direction, it only cared about motion and distance.
Ethan's group were farther from it.
Why? This was because while Ethan and his group tried to cross the bridge and away from the city, Pike and his soldiers were trying to escape back inside the city where the Behemoth came from.
