The long-barreled cannon extended outward like the beak of some divine predator, its inner core pulsating with golden energy. Its surface was engraved with fine, glowing runes, and as it locked into position behind Rex, it let out a low, vibrating hum that echoed across the battlefield.
Hovering midair, wings of living metal still spread wide behind him, Rex extended his hand forward and pointed with a single finger that was calm and unshaken.
"There," he said coldly, his eyes locked onto the towering form of one of the infected giants, a Tier 3 monstrosity whose grotesque body was covered in writhing muscle and plated tumors, currently pinning down one of the Maulers.
The Mauler's mechanical limbs struggled beneath its weight; sparks flew as it tried to push the beast back.
