Chapter 38: Maneuvers
Five hulking silhouettes ringed the summoner like sentinels of extinction, their presence eclipsing the battlefield. Each of them towered above the descendants, their black skin slick with sweat and primal energy, bodies wrapped in sinew and dread.
Their heads were stubby, almost sculpted for brutality. They radiated muscle so tightly packed it looked like it had been welded into armor. Aric Blackthorn’s breath caught in his throat.
He remembered them. Oh, he remembered them.
He’d barely survived facing one. Now there were five.
"Grade One Enhancers," Aric muttered, his voice tinged with old fear.
A chorus of snarls erupted from the beasts, shaking the chamber to its skeletal core. The tremor pulsed through the floor, vibrating up Aric’s legs and rattling his bo
