The skyscraper-sized tendril swept across the desert with the force of a natural disaster.
It didn't just move the black sand; it shattered the bedrock beneath it. The sheer atmospheric pressure of the massive fleshy whip generated a sonic boom that deafened everything in a two-mile radius.
"Get down!" Albrecht roared.
He didn't retreat. He shoved Emmeline and Chairman Vance behind a massive, floating slab of concrete that had been ripped from the ruined base. Albrecht stepped directly into the path of the incoming tendril.
He gripped the fused greatsword with both hands, planting his heavy iron boots firmly into the fractured earth. His golden System interface flared brightly in his right eye, instantly mapping the trajectory and mass of the alien appendage.
[Target Incoming. Mass: 8
