Rex extended his wings wide, each one shining like polished obsidian, with veins of glowing plasma coursing through them. With a single mighty flap, he took off, chains pulling taut as he dragged the screaming Tier 4s behind him like a cluster of cursed kites.
He spun mid-air, performing a wide arc over a nearby lake, then with calculated precision, hurled the bound Blood Clan warriors into the water. They hit the surface with a chorus of splashes and panicked cries.
Rex dove in right after them, twin claymores drawn and glowing with elemental fury.
After that, it didn't take long before the once-tranquil waters of the lake turned a deep crimson, tainted by the blood of the fallen.
The silence was shattered only by the distant roars of battle, yet the lake remained eerily still, its surface a quiet grave for those who died beneath it, unseen and forgotten.
