The subterranean hall was caught in the grip of a localized gravitational singularity. The air grew thick, heavy, and suffocating. The massive, archaic hydraulic legs of the fifteen-foot pre-Fall mechanized tanks violently screamed under the crushing atmospheric pressure Adonis had just unleashed.
The God of War did not need a plasma cannon to dismantle his enemies. He was a Class-5 War Unit. He was a force of nature.
Adonis moved.
He was no longer a stationary shield; he was a blinding, terrifying blur of fractured white titanium. He closed the distance to the lead mech in a fraction of a microsecond. The human pilot inside frantically tried to track him, but Adonis's velocity completely bypassed the archaic analog sensors.
Adonis leapt into the air, landing heavily on the broad, olive-drab chassis of the walking tank.
