A wave of terror swept through the attacking force.
Their formations collapsed. The coordination they had maintained shattered into chaos. Monsters that had learned to think and plan were reduced once more to their most basic instinct to flee.
But Zelthar did not let them escape so easily.
The next roar shook the battlefield, deeper and heavier like a sentence passed by the world itself. An unseen pressure exploded outward from his body, slamming into enemies in every direction.
Nearly half of the attackers were thrown back in a single moment.
Their bodies collided with one another, smashed into the ground, the walls, even into other monsters. Blood and shattered flesh scattered through the air before falling like a dark rain.
The knights of Zelthar stood frozen, awestruck.
Not in fear but in the presence of a legend made real.
