Despite their plans failing many times due to the Nocturnus Titan's impenetrable scales, the four of them devised a new strategy.
Iyana's breath came in ragged gasps, and her body ached, but she knew they had to give it their all. She locked eyes with Theodore. A silent understanding passed between them. This was their chance to turn the tide.
"Sir Jacques, I will go for the left eye, and you take the right," Iyana clarified, her voice steady despite the exhaustion etched into every fiber of her being.
Blinding the Titan was their only hope—the eyes were the only spots not protected by rock-hard scales. The beast's scales covered it from head to toe without a single gap, like armor forged by nature itself, except it had no blind spots like a soldier's armor did.
Theodore nodded, his face grim with determination. "Spencer, Clyde, keep it distracted."
"You got it," the two of them responded in unison.
