But there are too many of them.
A volley of violet energy blasts tears through the chamber, striking the stone walls. The stone dissolves into gray dust. The magical wards woven into the timber shatter like glass.
I pump the shotgun, firing blindly into the swarm. The heavy slug strikes a zealot in the midsection, shattering its front limbs and throwing it into the wall.
Lyra moves like a shadow. She doesn't use her thermal blade. She uses her massive, human right shoulder, tackling the nearest zealot to the ground. She drives her fist into the zealot’s central maw, shattering the crystalline teeth, and pins it to the floor.
The array! I shout over the comms. Elara, get to the array!
Elara sprints forward, her small frame moving with fluid, grounded grace. She reaches the base of the
