The Hollows are Xylose Prime’s swarm, liquid-metal drones that shift from spider-fast crawlers to tank-sized brutes, their red eyes cutting through the dark like knives. They’re not just machines—they’re a screaming tide of circuits and teeth, pouring through shadows with relentless hunger. Every clank, every hiss, is a reminder that they don’t tire, don’t feel, just keep coming. They’re the kind of enemy that makes your blood run cold, a horde that’s less monster and more apocalypse.

 

It’s the Hollows’ endless, mechanical dread, a swarm that feels like the end of the world that makes this battalion such an eerie band of soldiers. But you’ll realize courage can outlast a nightmare that never stops.