A deafening, guttural scream reverberated through the tunnels, sending shockwaves through the air.
Ahcehera instinctively clutched her ears, wincing as the sound felt like a sonar attack aimed directly at her skull. The piercing vibrations rattled her senses, leaving her disoriented.
"Syverian, move back!" she commanded, her voice strained.
Ahcehera's throat tightened as she swallowed the coppery taste of blood. Overexerting her mental power earlier had taken a toll, triggering a severe backlash.
While the injury wasn't life-threatening, the dizziness creeping over her was enough to put her at a disadvantage.
The low, guttural growls of Zergs began to echo through the cavern. One by one, monstrous forms emerged from the shadows.
Their grotesque bodies twisted and contorted, with jagged claws and glowing, segmented eyes that shone like fiery embers.
