The atmosphere crackled with tension as Ashton, Flintmace, and Vulcan stood together, their eyes locked on the weakened form of Krathos. The behemoth, once an unstoppable force, now bore the scars of their relentless assault.
Krathos' ears were bleeding from the relentless verbal assault from Ursa. The pain had grown to the point where Krathos did not even care about protecting its ears because they were gone for good.
Flintmace hefted his colossal sword with ease. The massive weapon glinted in the dim light, reflecting the determination in his eyes.
Vulcan gripped his warhammer, flames dancing along its surface, ready to unleash the elemental fury it contained.
It was a mystery for Ashton to know how his masters wielded weapons that were easily twice or thrice their size with such ease.
"That thing can sure take a hell of a beating," Flintmace mumbled while wiping the sweat off his forehead.
