A Minotaur, a creature that should normally be in dungeon, roared in challenge, its bellow shaking the very foundations of the city. Its gleaming, black eyes scanned the battlefield, searching for the strongest opponent, the one worthy of its wrath. Its massive, ebony axe, etched with demonic runes, hung loose at its side, a weapon capable of cleaving a man in two with a single swing.
The soldiers faltered, their courage momentarily shaken by the sheer presence of this monstrous entity. But beneath the fear, a flicker of defiance remained. They had seen the devastation wrought on their city, the fallen comrades who wouldn't see another sunrise.
Despair wasn't an option. Here, amidst the ruins and the screams, they would make their stand, for their homes, their families, and the very idea of a free humanity.
