POTENTIAL: THIRTY-NINE

ALEX POV

The fight was becoming increasingly difficult. I wasn't inflicting any damage on this monster, and I didn't even know how to kill it. I also noticed that the tentacles I cut off were regenerating back onto its body.

Tanks arrived, but they had no effect either. All the military forces from the region were present, adding to my workload. The problem was that everything the monster touched needed to be saved. So far, none of them had died since I joined them. The last death I could recall was the person the monster consumed last.

I conjured a dozen psi balls and threw them at the monster. The attack had an effect, but as I had told Sky, it was only covered by another set of tissues, like keloids.

"I need a bigger fire. I need oil," I muttered to myself. The soldiers continued firing their guns and tanks at the monster. We had been doing this for two hours, and the sun started to rise.

"Retreat! Incoming missile!" shouted a soldier.

What! Missile?