The carnage bots were ripping through people like they were made of paper. Screams and chaos engulfed the area as bodies fell, blood pooling on the dusty ground. Everyone brought from Lightshore City was there, except for the children and women, who had been separated. The rest were bound together with heavy ropes, unable to flee from the mechanical slaughter machines.
"Avarora! Get down!" Julius Jackman screamed, shielding his wife and their two children as one of the bots turned its gaze toward them. The two monstrous machines, designed for mass destruction, switched seamlessly between using blades and guns, their movements both precise and devastating.
Logan and Zorpa crouched behind a guard post, scanning the battlefield for an opening. Their mission was clear—get to Darius and the others, free them, and escape together. But with every step, the odds stacked higher against them.
"We have to move now, or they’ll all be dead!" Logan urged, gripping his weapon tightly.