The filaments found the seams in the golems’ armor. The vents. The optical lenses. With a chorus of synthesized shrieks, the three giants collapsed into molten slag, their last output a spray of harmless, evaporating pixels.
He slammed back into his physical body. The chair’s restraints had melted. His nose was bleeding. The room smelled of his own burnt hair. flamefrags edit
“Eyes up, Frags,” crackled Viper, his spotter. “Three golems on your six. They’re packing adaptive shields.” The filaments found the seams in the golems’ armor
He unclipped a standard frag grenade from his belt—a dull, grey, boring thing. He held it next to a tiny, pilot-light flame on his fingertip. With a chorus of synthesized shrieks, the three
A silent shockwave of heat washed over Kael’s faceplate. From the crystal’s core, a thousand razor-thin filaments of liquid fire erupted in every direction. They ignored the shields—shields only block solid projectiles. These were pure, targeted heat.
“What are you doing?” Viper asked, panic rising. “That won’t even scratch it!”
In the real world, Kael’s fingers didn’t move. But in the neon-drenched ruins of the Nexus, exploded into motion.