Gideon stepped back, already knowing the Devourer wasn't dead. An S-rank aberrant wouldn't fall that easily. He positioned himself beside Jade and Killian's vehicles.
They weren't using the usual three-wheeled transport this time. These were modified heavy-duty trucks built for desert warfare—thick armor plating, massive reinforced tires, suspension designed to handle unstable terrain.
Mounted machine guns rotated on the roofs, manned and ready. They looked like something salvaged from a military convoy.
"You focus on the wounded," Gideon said calmly. "There are still people trapped in the other building."
Jade glanced over her shoulder while steering. "We already pulled some out to help the wounded and the rest that are trapped in the other building. Don't worry."
He gave her a thumb.
