The second surprise John found in the metallic wasps' attack was their offensive payload addition.
The old flying drones had used back-mounted laser guns to peck at targets, but these wasps operated like real bombers. They dropped small, pulsating pods that exploded with a fierce intensity, erupting into pillars of blue fire that engulfed everything within a hundred-meter radius in mere seconds.
The attacks were cruel, efficient, and deadly. The pillars of fire rose high into the fog, incinerating more of the wasps in their own chaotic attacks. John's smile faded as he watched the devastation.
"I can't let a single one of those things cross into my territory, or meet any of my friends or the Bulltors," he whispered, his hand instinctively clenching the hilt of his sword. He felt the cold weight of the threat; if just one wasp escaped the fog and reached the Bulltors' camp or his friends, the destruction would be absolute.
