The guards of Tartarus were trained to face monsters, maniacs, and megalomaniacs—but nothing could have prepared them for the Sentinels.
They came through the breach like living nightmares—biological titans bred for destruction. Their skin rippled with thick, unnatural muscle, and patches of exposed brain matter pulsed atop their heads, glowing faintly with neural power.
Each one radiated an oppressive aura—Overlord-class creatures, strong enough to wrestle a tank apart with their bare hands.
Guards opened fire with advanced kinetic rifles, pulse rounds hammering against the Sentinels' bodies—but it barely slowed them.
They shrugged off bullets like raindrops.
And then they reached the line.
What followed was carnage.
With a primal roar, the Sentinels tore through the formation. Arms like battering rams smashed aside guards. Teeth and claws ripped through armor like paper. Cries of pain filled the air, echoed by the grinding of bone and metal.
