"Siberia is clear," Magnus reported calmly. "Valeria, your status?"
Deep in the Amazon Rainforest, the situation was far less controlled.
The jungle was burning, the verdant green replaced by the sickly, chaotic purple of the Convergence. Valeria stood in the center of a ruined temple, her breathing ragged, her boots sinking into the mud.
She was the Vanguard. She was the Tank. And she was taking a beating that would have pulverized a dreadnought.
Before her stood a Star-Spawn Brute. It was a Calamity-class entity, a hulking, fifteen-foot-tall mass of muscle, chitin, and four massive arms ending in scythe-like bone blades. It didn't use magic. It didn't use strategy. It just used overwhelming, relentless physical force to protect the Amazon Beacon pulsating behind it.
"Hold the line," Valeria gasped, spitting a mouthful of blood into the mud.
She raised the [Aegis of Terra]. The Mythical shield glowed with a fierce golden light, anchoring her to the planet itself.
