The afternoon light hung at its zenith, its brilliance casting long shadows over the Northern Frontline. The light reflected off the jagged, metallic surface of the mutant, glimmering like shards of broken mirrors. Its guttural groans, sharp and grating, rippled through the air, like steel scraping against stone. The ground beneath its heavy steps was scarred with thick, snaking cracks that sprawled out like the roots of an ancient tree, evidence of the oppressive gravity tethering it to the earth. Yet, despite the weight that threatened to shackle it, the mutant dragged itself forward, step by torturous step, its eyes locked onto Lumina.