Ahcehera braced herself as the Zergs coordinated their attack, unleashing a torrent of toxic fluid onto her mecha.
The hiss of corrosive acid meeting metal filled the air, and the cockpit trembled under the onslaught.
"Mistress, the damage has increased, 50%," Syverian reported, its voice steady despite the critical situation.
Ahcehera gritted her teeth. "Move to that peak. We need to hide for now."
Syverian's thrusters roared to life, propelling them toward the jagged peak that jutted out from the alien terrain.
The battered mecha stumbled into the mouth of a cave, its legs barely holding under the strain. Inside, the dim glow of bioluminescent moss illuminated the damp, narrow space.
The live stream was still running, and the viewers watched every moment with bated breath, their screens displaying the harrowing scene around Ahcehera.
