Tyson’s brave attack bought us exactly three seconds.
Kael, annoyed by the interference, grabbed the Gamma by his armored vest and flung him across the room. Tyson hit the reinforced glass window with a sickening thud and slid to the floor, motionless beside the Alpha he had just saved.
"Enough games," Kael’s synthesized voice boomed, his red optic glowing brighter. The machine stepped over Tyson’s body, focusing solely on Caleb. "You fight against the inevitable, Blackwood. Flesh rots. Machines are forever. Submit, and I will make your death quick."
Caleb stood up.
He was in human form, naked from the waist up, his torso a roadmap of cuts, burns, and rapidly purpling bruises. His breath rattled in his broken chest. He looked barely able to stand, let alone fight a deity made of s
