Surge Forward

[The Ironclad Legion's POV]

[The Battle Of the Withering Wasteland] 

The buggy spun out of control, crashing into a heap of twisted metal as the crew inside fought desperately to regain control. But before they could recover, the Hivehounds closed in, their jaws snapping hungrily as they closed the distance.

Silas gritted his teeth while his heart pounded with adrenaline as he watched the scene unfold. Without delay, he directed the full force of his tank's firepower toward the Hivehounds, unleashing a torrent of shells that tore through the air with deadly precision.

The explosions ripped through the ranks of the Hivehounds, scattering their twisted forms in a hail of debris. Silas's tank charged forward, its treads crushing anything as it raced to intercept the remaining monsters.