Bab 110: Awaken.

The words echoed through the ruined streets, a stark reminder of the machine's ruthless efficiency.

From a safe distance, Rex sat up, coughing as he wiped the rain from his face. His claymores lay discarded beside him, and his white wings flickered weakly as he struggled to his feet.

"Damn," he muttered, staring at the Mauler Unit as it stood over the smoldering remains of the creatures. "And I thought I was overkill."

The Mauler Unit didn't react to his words. It simply turned, its massive frame moving with eerie precision, and began its slow march back to Cleo and Carlos's location.

Rex stood amidst the destroyed battlefield, his eyes drawn to the sky. The massive black bird, still writhing as it tried to stay airborne, was being pursued relentlessly by several Wraith-class fighters.

Their sleek, predatory forms zipped through the storm, trailing the monstrous bird like wolves hunting wounded prey.