Chapter 67

Bal'gor's initial charge was like a force of nature. The ground quaked with each step, and the air crackled with dark energy. Wil's team scattered, narrowly avoiding the creature's massive, clawed hands.

"Spread out! Keep moving!" Wil shouted, his eyes never leaving Bal'gor. "Mary, deploy your Microdrones to distract it. Neil, focus on its legs. We need to slow it down."

Mary's Microdrones swarmed around Bal'gor, their lights flashing and emitting high-pitched sounds to disorient the creature. Bal'gor swatted at the drones, its movements momentarily distracted.

Neil, taking advantage of the distraction, charged at Bal'gor's legs. His Adaptive Armor absorbed and redirected energy with each hit, allowing him to deliver powerful blows. But Bal'gor's armor was tough, and it seemed to shrug off most of the attacks.

"This thing's tough," Neil grunted, dodging a swipe from Bal'gor's claws.