Chapter 657 The Wake Was Too Early

Chapter 657 The Wake Was Too Early

The grief and turmoil at Glenn's territory reached a fever pitch as Scarface, Nikky's father, stood transfixed before the monitor screens. The dread that washed over him was palpable, a visceral reaction to the sight of the destruction where his daughter had been leading the assault. His face, weathered and toughened by countless battles, now bore the raw expression of a parent facing his worst nightmare. n//o-.V./e/.l--b(-1)-n

Father Black, ever the strategist even amidst overwhelming emotions, quickly issued a command to Insect-B. "Send out your Chimera ants. Save anyone that is still breathing and bring them back to the territory." His voice, though strained with concern, carried the authority and urgency the situation demanded.

Insect-B, without hesitation, relayed the order to her Giant Chimera ant colony. Within moments, the sky was abuzz with activity as giant insects, resembling oversized beetles, took flight towards the wreckage. On the ground, gigantic ants surged forward, each stride covering vast distances, all converging on the site of the catastrophe.

The objective was clear and critical: rescue as many survivors as possible and bring them back to the safety of Glenn's territory. The giant insects, operating with an almost mechanical efficiency, scoured the wreckage, searching for any signs of life amidst the charred and twisted metal.

Meanwhile, on the battlefield, the undead commander, witnessing the impact of his devastating strike, seized the opportunity to press his advantage. With a wave of his hand, he directed the primordial beast to unleash another torrent of cosmic energy.

Victor, in the midst of rushing to the aid of the downed helicopters, caught sight of the incoming attack. Reacting instinctively, he extended his obsidian claws, enlarging them to intercept the blast. He leaped into the air, positioning himself between the deadly energy and its intended target, a living shield driven by determination and desperation.

However, the force of the blast was more potent than Victor had anticipated. The moment of impact was cataclysmic, an explosion of energy that lit up the battlefield. Despite his enhanced abilities and the cosmic energy coursing through him, Victor was sent hurtling through the air, a projectile thrown by the sheer might of the blast.

He crashed to the ground with a force that echoed across the battlefield, creating a crater upon impact. Dust and debris rose into the air, a testament to the power of the collision.

In that moment, the tide of the battle seemed to shift. The undead commander, from his vantage point, observed the scene with a cold satisfaction, believing he had neutralized one of the biggest threats to his campaign.

Back at Glenn's territory, the screens displayed the grim scene, causing a fresh wave of anxiety and fear to ripple through the crowd. Victor, their champion in this dire struggle, now lay motionless amidst the rubble of his own making.

The rescue operation, led by Insect-B's chimera ants, continued unabated, a race against time to save as many as they could. Each survivor they retrieved was a small victory, a flicker of hope in the overwhelming darkness.

As the dust settled around the crater where Victor had fallen, the question on everyone's mind was whether he could rise again to continue the fight. The battle was far from over, and in this war for survival, every second and every warrior counted.

As Father Black's voice, filled with urgency and concern, echoed in Victor's earpiece, it served as a crucial lifeline, pulling him back from the brink. "Victor! Victor!! VICTOR!!!" The repeated calls pierced through the fog of his dazed state, and in a moment of critical reflex, Victor's eyes snapped open.

His timing was impeccable. Just as a gargantuan, undead creature, an aberration that bore a grotesque resemblance to an elephant, was about to bring its massive hoof crashing down upon him, Victor reacted. With a swift, almost instinctive roll, he moved out of the impending path of destruction, narrowly avoiding being crushed.

He rose from the crater, his once-pristine white garment now stained with the dust and debris of battle. Yet, with a graceful wave of his hand, cosmic energy flowed around him, its luminescence acting like an ethereal cleanser, restoring his attire to its original, unblemished state.

"Thank heavens!" Father Black's voice came through again, relief evident in his tone. "For a second there, I thought we lost you!"

Before Victor could respond, the voice in his earpiece changed. It was now Allison, his mate, her voice a mixture of worry and determination. "Victor! Victor, are you alright? Stay strong, my love. Don't give in to those undead idiots." Her words, filled with concern and encouragement, ignited a fire in Victor's heart. The support and love of his partner bolstered his spirit, reminding him of the personal stakes in this relentless battle.

Emboldened by Allison's words, Victor was about to leap back into the fray when a sudden, sharp pain seized him. A churn in his stomach, an internal reminder of the brutal impact he had just endured, stopped him in his tracks. He doubled over, a violent cough wracking his body, and a mouthful of blood spilled onto the ground.

This moment of vulnerability was a stark reminder of his mortality. Even with his enhanced werewolf physiology and the cosmic energy at his disposal, Victor was not invincible. The battle had taken its toll, and his body was sending a clear, unignorable signal.

But it was not just the battle that resulted in this. The battle was just the catalyst. The true reason this had happened was something even Victor knew himself. It was because he had not finished digesting the energy that he had gotten from the primordial beast. he had been woken up far too early from his slumber so that he could assist the territory. Of Course, this was done by none other than Father Black. However, for victory to be ensured, it was necessary. Then again, victor could feel the toil on his flesh. He knew more than anyone that he might really die if he faced that kind of blast again. Besides, he could feel every cell of his being protesting in pain.

However, Victor's resolve remained unshaken. He wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes burning with a fierce determination. The pain, rather than deterring him, seemed to fuel his resolve. With a deep, steadying breath, he prepared to rejoin the battle....