Aragon, still at the forefront of the defensive line, felt his grip tighten on his sword. He could sense the man leading them wasn't ordinary, and his features were inhuman, making him wonder about him.
Beltar and his knights, their earlier triumph now a distant memory, reformed their lines with grim determination.
The air crackled with an otherworldly energy as Yukagrat stepped forth from the shadows of the ship.
Behind him, his army of enhanced warriors stood at attention, their armor a horrifying fusion of metal and living tissue that pulsed with an inner light.
Yukagrat raised his weapon, a massive blade that hummed with dark energy, and let out a battle cry that seemed to shake the very ground. It was no human sound, but a piercing shriek that cut through the din of battle and struck fear into the hearts of even the bravest defenders.
