"The power penetrated excessively; it seems that such force isn't needed to deal with ancient beasts." Perfikot stepped down onto the ground through the snow and frozen earth, checking the damage caused by the previous shelling.
She bent down to pick up a piece of rock melted into a glass-like state by the high temperature, her fingertips brushing against the surface's refracted rainbow hues, while her gaze remained fixed on the gruesome wound twenty meters away—the smoke still rising from the edges of the fist-sized penetration wound in the head of the ancient beast as large as a three-story building.
The high-explosive anti-tank round not only penetrated the ancient beast's skull but also left a deep crater behind it.
Ailey followed Perfikot, gazing at the back of the young alchemist with a complex expression.
The cold wind lifted the hem of Perfikot's white lab coat, revealing the rangefinder and a pair of multi-function goggles hanging at her waist.
