The four kings stood before them, their forms radiating power that made the air around them shimmer and distort, their mere presence enough to make the ground tremble beneath their feet.
Each one was connected to the colossal rifts from which they came from, as well as several smaller rifts that continued to spawn monsters from their respective dungeons, the flow of enemies seemingly endless, a never-ending tide of destruction.
The Gorilla King beat its chest, the sound echoing like thunder across the battlefield, its roar shaking the very ground, while the Serpent King coiled and uncoiled, its movements hypnotic and deadly, its eyes fixed on its prey with cold, calculating intelligence.
The Crystal King stood like a statue, its body reflecting the light of the rifts, its crystalline form both beautiful and terrifying, each facet gleaming with deadly potential.
