The glittering fog of ice crystal and shrapnel from the Fragmentation Pebble barrage was still settling across the basin when the roaring stopped, and for one long second, the only things I could hear were the distant shrieks of Outsiders and my own breathing and the soft, continuous crunch of my strongest knight working through the horde on the far side of the basin.
The damn thing, despite having no eyes, turned its head at me, letting out a snarl deep enough to send tremors into my chest.
And then it stepped out of the fog, one foot at a time.
-THOOM-!
-THOOM-!
-THOOM-!
Each footfall sent a quake through the ground that I felt through both my boot and the ice leg.
It simply walked as though it knew I wasn't going anywhere, and that felt worse than if it had charged, all the while the bone-white plating covering its body caught the moonlight with every step, and that massive red-shimmering claw for a hand.
