The Leviathan Lords' triumphant smirks froze as they observed the Divine Ballistic Missiles behaving in ways they hadn't anticipated. Stricken but undeterred, the missiles split apart into numerous smaller projectiles, each arcing toward the Leviathan swarm with deadly precision. The transformation was a testament to Vlad and Overlord's foresight, as they had long anticipated the hive mind's ability to neutralize standard weaponry. What began as a few massive missiles now multiplied into a swarm of their own, raining destruction upon the Leviathans from every conceivable angle.
A cold, bloodthirsty grin stretched across Vlad's face as he watched the missiles descend. Each projectile carried momentum and fury, moving too swiftly and from distances too close for the Leviathan defenses to counter. The hive mind, so used to controlling the battlefield with precision and overwhelming numbers, found itself outmatched by sheer ingenuity.
Then, the devastation began.
