Lord Hector, Lord Cornelius, and Lady Freya stood shoulder to shoulder beneath the barrel of the colossus’s massive energy cannon. The three people continued hacking and slashing at automatons rushing their position. None of them dared look up at the glowing barrel. They were resigned to die in battle. Striding from the Death’s Reaper, Vulcan carried a massive cylinder over his shoulder.
He stared down the scope of the massive missile launcher. The targeting reticule zoomed in, trying to get a lock on the energy signature of the cannon. He delicately pulled the trigger. The whoosh of the missile filled the air, and the projectile streaked across the sky.
A blast wave knocked everyone to the ground. Only Lord Cornelius was left standing. Metal rained down on the t
