Chapter 217: Shore Wars Part 1

Black suits rise from the water.

They're the kind we wore on Mybyncia, but they're not filled with miyons or mayans. These suits are bigger, covering a broader and taller frame, and each carry a Traxpire, firing at us. I'm not sure what to think at first, what to do or where to go. Everyone is scattering and I'm vaguely aware that I'm yanked back, Reid's hands squeezing mine to the point of breaking. Pratt and Mae are screaming but Jace, Tucker and Able jerk them into a run as the Zingfinolds and Nerwos race into the water.

There must be a few dozen suits arising from the lapping blue. More and more Vermix appear until the entire beach is suddenly plagued with the familiar black gear. They're everywhere, storming onto the sand as the handful of Nerwos do their best to disarm them. But there are too many Vermix. Too many for what we have here, right now. And just when I don't think it can get any worse - a new threat slinks through the Vermix and onto the shore.