Theron frowned, his thick arms crossed.
His eyes locked on the screens showing L-Shark tearing through soldiers like meat.
Sparks and blood flew with every strike.
"Damn it," he muttered, voice low and cold.
His fingers drummed on the metal railing.
He turned to the operators.
"It seems we need to use a hybrid to fight him."
The closest operator's hand froze over the keyboard.
"Sir," he said, voice shaky, "you can't mean—"
Theron's eyes flashed. "Release Ragehowler."
The operator's face went pale.
Another operator leaned back in his chair.
"Are you sure, sir? It's… It's the most troublesome hybrid."
Theron's jaw tightened. "I'm sure."
He pushed himself off the railing, boots hitting the metal floor with a deep clang.
"The elite soldiers were all defeated by him," he said, voice steady.
"We can only use our strongest hybrid to defeat him."
The operator's fingers flew across the console.
Red lights flashed as security protocols dropped one by one.
