The battlefield was unrecognizable now.
The towering man loomed ahead, his shadow swallowing the earth behind him.
And despite his massive size, he moved with terrifying speed—each step crunching deep into the earth, each attack collapsing terrain like brittle glass.
Pierre dove to the side as the creature's hand slammed into the ground where he'd been standing a moment before.
The shockwave from the impact tore a chunk of the forest apart, flinging trees and boulders in every direction.
Lei rolled behind a shattered boulder, her armor scratched and dented.
"That thing is too fast," she shouted, trying to catch her breath. "He's not supposed to move like that!"
Maria conjured a wind shield, barely deflecting a cluster of flying stone shards. "We can't keep this up. We're not even scratching him!"
They weren't.
Every hit they landed—every spell, strike, or summon—fizzled out on impact. As if the creature wasn't even there.
