Chapter 409: The Monster

**Thelma Zane’s Perspective** The aftermath of the explosion was devastating. While I had managed to shield most of the soldiers with the New Flow, the sheer physical impact was unavoidable. Many were knocked unconscious, their bodies crumpled on the battlefield. Those still conscious were not unscathed—several bore injuries of varying severity, and only a handful remained relatively unharmed. The only solace amidst this chaos was the defeat of the mutated werewolves. By the time the light cocoon exploded, the New Flow had successfully devoured the dark energy sustaining them. Now, the grotesque heaps of flesh scattered across the battlefield were harmless, their threat extinguished. But our relief was short-lived. One danger had been eliminated, but another—far greater—now loomed before us. How could one even begin to describe it? It resembled the mythical Cyclops of Greek legend or the monstrous sea demons of Viking lore. I had never witnessed such creatures myself, bu