When they caught up, they found the wyrm gnawing on something massive.
As their mechas scanned the scene, the energy readings hit them like a ton of bricks.
"Damn it! No wonder we couldn't find those level-nine plants. This thing's been hoarding them!" Oleg spat out, rage lacing every word.
There were several of these plants, probably all the high-level ones the planet had to offer.
But that wasn't the worst of it. Cohen's brow furrowed. "Vice Admiral, the wyrm is using these plants to level up. We can't let that happen!"
Without hesitation, he aimed his cannon straight at the wyrm's colossal head and fired, hoping to stop it from feeding.
But the wyrm's scales began to shift and shimmer—a sign that the advancement had already begun.
In the underground terrain, Oleg was in his element. He let out a thunderous roar, causing the entire mountain to crack and crumble, burying the wyrm in rocks and earth.
