I stood my ground, the chariot hovering like a silent sentinel as the horizon darkened with the approaching horde.
I didn't just wait passively; I began releasing rhythmic waves of attacks, sending bolts of divine energy and explosive rounds crashing into the vanguard of the massive army.
The enemies took the hits hard—bodies were tossed like ragdolls and armour shattered under the strain—but they weren't as helpless as before.
From their ranks, the distinctive thrum of heavy machinery echoed, followed by a swarm of oversized ballista bolts whistling through the air toward me.
"You came prepared…. Humph," I muttered, simply shrugging at the incoming projectiles. I didn't bother dodging. I left the task of absorbing the impact to my chariot's shimmering energy shield. The bolts slammed into the barrier, dissipating in showers of sparks, unable to find purchase.
