The giant spirit loomed over the battlefield, its body pulsing with dark energy as its gaze swept over the ranks of Elven warriors and Mages.
"ROAR!"
It then let out a blood-curdling roar, a sound that echoed through the sky like the cry of a thousand tortured souls. The roar seemed to shake the air, as if the air itself is straining under the sheer hatred and malice emanating from the creature. The coalescent of the creatures they had killed for centuries that lie in the ground in front of their wall.
Without any warning the colossal spirit surged forward, its movements swift and unnatural for something as big as its size. The ground quaked under its weight. As it charged the smaller spirits began to rise once more.
The battlefield immediately erupted into even greater turmoil. The smaller spirits charged alongside the giant like a horde of twisted ethereal soldiers. Their howls also filled the air.
