Pho did not use the ramps either. He vaulted directly over the stone balustrade of the landing, dropping fifty feet through the steaming air like a fallen meteor.
As his heavy boots slammed into the concrete floor of the main aisle, the impact shattered the bedrock beneath him, and his Deathfrost Domain erupted outward in a violent, shockwave-driven blizzard.
BOOM!
Absolute-zero cold surged across the cavern floor like a localized glacial flood.
The flash-freeze crawled up the massive brass pipes, instantly solidifying the boiling Bloodrush inside them before the internal pressure could detonate the factory.
The red demons charging toward the landing found their legs frozen mid-stride, their chitinous armor cracking as the sudden temperature drop turned their blood to ice.
"Let's see if your carapaces can handle real cold!" Pho roared.
The first Disaster-class general.
