Conflicts

The severed tentacle slammed into the ground beside Bruce, the force rattling his bones. Relief barely had a moment to sink in before dread surged through him again.

Before his eyes, the octopus-Werewolf hybrid's mutilated limb regenerated almost instantly, growing back as if nothing had ever happened.

"You've gotta be kidding me!" Bruce gasped, his voice shaking.

They had known these mutated beasts were dangerous, but this—this was something else.

The higher-level creatures didn't just fight—they were practically invincible with regeneration capabilities far beyond what anyone had anticipated.

Lyra, now squared off against the towering creature, looked like an ant facing a giant, even inside her sleek mecha.

Without warning, the beast launched a deadly attack, spewing a corrosive green liquid that rained down from above.