Akron landed beside him, bloodied and panting, but said nothing. He didn't need to. Cryo and X flanked the battlefield like twin gods of winter and flame, carving through the swarm with relentless precision.
Behind them, the exhausted remnants of Unit Six fell to their knees—not from fear, but reverence.
"They're in a class above us," one of the warriors in Aksel's division whispered, awe-struck as he watched the spectacle unfold.
The Prince's team moved through the outer city of Biohive 81 like a cleansing storm—swift, surgical, and utterly overwhelming. Wherever they passed, the electric bees were wiped out with frightening efficiency. Their movements were seamless, their coordination beyond anything the defense unit had ever seen. It was not just strength—it was precision, style, and purpose.
"I'd say... several classes above," another soldier replied, unable to hide the mix of admiration and despair in his voice.
