“Let’s go!” the shaded Host shouted, his voice sharp with urgency as more Hybrids swooped in from above like vultures descending on prey.

Without hesitation, he spun around, tearing the daggers from his belt. With a burst of speed, he launched into the sky, intercepting one of the Hybrids mid-air in a whirlwind of blades and momentum.

Logan scanned the chaos and spotted the Reaper Host locked in a fierce struggle with a Hybrid. Reacting instantly, he took to the air, leveling his rifle as he soared past them. CRACK! A clean headshot—Logan landed beside the Reaper just as the Hybrid staggered back, twitching.

The Hybrid tried to flee, wings flickering with failing energy, but the Reaper was faster. With a fluid motion, he sliced clean through its neck. The body dropped, lifeless. Without missing a beat, the Reaper hurled one of his sickles into the air. It spun like a silver crescent, cleaving through three more Hybrids in a single arc. The weapon curved back to him like a loyal predator returning to its master.

Logan blinked. “Remind me not to mess with you,” he said, still catching his breath.

The Reaper Host grinned beneath his mask. “Try and keep up,” he said, spinning both sickles with a sharp metallic hiss.

Suddenly, a Hybrid crashed to the ground beside them in a heap. A glowing blue orb of energy struck its chest, sizzling on impact.

Logan turned sharply—his eyes widened.

From the smoke emerged a towering figure, plated in red armor with golden highlights. A majestic helmet crowned his head, gold with sharp horns, glowing with righteous power. Blue energy pulsed through his limbs and weapons like liquid lightning.

Another Hybrid lunged from behind Logan—but the Iron Berserker with a powerful shove, knocked Logan out of harm’s way, then unsheathed a glowing golden blade from his back and decapitated the attacker in a single swing.

The figure didn’t speak. Four more Hybrids closed in, shrieking.

The armored warrior raised his left arm, the gravity gun activating with a deep hum. One of the Hybrids was yanked through the air and slammed into the ground with bone-cracking force. Before it could react, the berserker pumped a shot into its skull with a gleaming shotgun. The other three Hybrids met the same brutal fate—each strike swift, brutal, precise.

Logan turned toward the open street.

And there, across the suburban battlefield… an entire army of them.

Dozens of Iron Titan like figures, not just one... a Legion—each one clad in red and gold armor, glowing blue cores illuminating the battlefield. They moved like a synchronized machine, wiping out every Hybrid in sight.

Suddenly, from the rooftops to Logan’s right, a Hybrid Scout took aim at the Iron Legion with a blaster.

ZAP!

A blast of blue energy hit the Scout in the side, sending it tumbling.

Before it could recover, a blur of motion appeared.

A warrior landed with feline grace—sleek red armor, dual katanas blazing. The Iron Chief. Her jetpack flared, and four blue lasers erupted from her back like wings of wrath, carving through the Hybrid in a precise sweep. She landed beside Logan...