But that wasn't all.
The large bugs with swollen abdomens crawled up.
They found the gaps their companions had gnawed open and aimed their swollen abdomens at those holes.
"PFFT!"
A thick, eerie-green fog spewed out.
An acrid, sour stench assaulted the nostrils.
It was a potent bio-acid, specially concocted by Sarah to target metal structures.
White smoke billowed.
Under the potent acid, the thick steel plates rapidly glowed red, softened, and then melted into black pools of molten iron that flowed down the rocks.
"BUBBLE... BUBBLE..."
The sound of the molten iron boiling seemed especially jarring in the cavern.
In less than a minute.
That pile of tower shields, enough to arm a squad of heavy infantry, had vanished completely.
All that remained was a patch of black residue on the ground, still smoldering.
Ola's mouth fell open, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.
He glanced from the residue on the ground to his prized battle-axe, then gulped.
