As the dust swirled more prominent, Reinhart quickly turned his attention to his ethereal screen, running diagnostics on the convoy's vehicles. "Kalissia, Maze," he called out, his gaze hard and focused.
"I'm still getting a signal from the front vehicle that Aldren is driving," he told his companions, "Wait. Detected large foreign bodies approaching the front."
A group of oversized, metal-clad creatures was revealed through the settling dust, heading straight for their convoy. As the dust cleared further, the true scale of their threat became evident.
The juggernauts were a gruesome amalgamation of man and beast, their forms hulking, twisted, the result of greed. Each one was encased in massive pieces of crudely forged armor. They bore no discernible sigil or crest; just their existence was a statement of raw, unbridled power.
