I had once more embarked on a swim to the human-named Sigma 21, in light of more fleshling activity in the area. Upon arrival, I witnessed a congregation of massive metal shells spitting fireworks on all ends; it is truly a magnificent sight to see the darklings committing genocide against themselves. One behemoth husk and one lesser remained after the skirmish, which I intended to purge from our void.
The colossal husk had immensely powerful stalking weaponry, which was able to shatter upon me several times, causing intense, crippling damage to my warform. Sadly, the spitfire was lost, and my concentration was shattered. I will embark on my journey for revenge soon...