Mio
Mio kept stepping back.
The new swarm gained ground. Teeth snapping, nails swiping the air. Feral. Hungry. Dozens of them pouring in from the frozen escalators, stumbling over each other to reach her.
She let them come.
One lunged. She sidestepped. Another swiped at her face. She ducked. A third got close enough to scratch her arm—she kicked it back into the horde.
The blooms drifted around her, forty of them, maybe more, glowing softly in the dark atrium. Little green lanterns. Waiting.
They stepped into the vicinity. Then the first few stopped.
They weren't stupid.
But the swarm already caught up.
Mio whispered it.
"Pon."
The first bloom detonated.
Then the next.
Then the next after that one.
White and green light ripped through the atrium. The chain reaction tore through the swarm—bodies shredded, limbs scattered, the chittering drowned out by the roar of rupturing life. The shockwave hit Mio's chest like a drum.
[Level Up: 19]
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