Warchief Veylara was fighting a war of absolute attrition.
She had bounded out of the gates, determined to cut the head off the apocalyptic snake. She was entirely surrounded by five of the surviving Layer 3 Behemoths.
These were not monsters that could be killed with a simple swing of a blade. They were omen blood, the absolute forces of nature, biological apex predators that had pushed their physical evolution to horrifying extremes.
To her north stood the Stonehide Ursid. It was a bear-like monstrosity two stories tall. It wielded no magic, but its fur was permanently matted with calcified earth and petrified sap, creating a natural armor denser than refined steel. Its sheer kinetic mass made the bedrock groan with every step it took.
