Lyerin watched from the sidelines, his expression calm, almost detached.
He moved with effortless precision, evading any trilobite that came too close.
One lunged at him, its claws slashing through the air, but Lyerin sidestepped with a casual grace.
Another tried to catch him from behind, but he ducked, his movements fluid and almost mocking.
The trilobites seemed to sense that he was untouchable, and they turned their fury on the giants instead.
Lucas's mind raced. Questions flooded his thoughts, but there was no time to think, no time to ask.
He focused on staying alive, on avoiding the claws and mandibles that sought to tear him apart.
Around him, the titans fought with relentless ferocity.
One giant grabbed a trilobite by its tail, swinging it like a weapon.
It smashed into another trilobite, and both creatures crumpled to the ground.
