The walls of the corridor rattled as the silver-scaled creatures slithered in from every side.
Their bodies glistened under the dim vault lights, each one at least fifty centimeters long and armed with sharp fangs.
They hissed, coiling around pipes and dropping from the ceiling.
One elite soldier stepped forward, his arms merging with his beast as claws and armor plates formed.
He swung at the nearest snake, slicing it clean in half.
Sparks flew as the creature's silver scales cracked open.
Another soldier shouted, his voice low and determined.
"Hold the line! Don't let them break through!"
Cassius stood back, arms crossed, his drones hovering near his shoulders.
"Let the soldiers handle it," he said, his eyes scanning the battlefield.
Sylvia adjusted her scanning device, eyes narrowed.
"Agreed. They're small. The soldiers can manage."
Victor's eyes flicked to the soldiers, then back to the snakes.
A grin crossed his face. "Small?" he said. "Weak."
