The colossal Venomshrike Horror drew ever closer to Plerg's walls. Its massive foot left imprints within the ground, and the steps it took shook the ground.
It made it harder for everyone and everything to get away from the miasma clinging in the air, poisoning everything it touched.
The defenders unleashed a barrage of arrows, spells, and ballista bolts at the approaching monstrosity. But their attacks had negligible effect, barely scratching the beast's thick hide.
At best, those could be considered mosquito bites. Annoying? Yes. Effective? Not so much.
Sebastian gripped Lament as he watched the soldiers at the walls trying to kill the beast, but it was all a futile effort.
A tier-3 fanged was well beyond the capabilities of these defenders, in terms of power. Without a true tier-3 thespian, they had no means to slay the creature.
Knight Leo rallied the men, his voice carrying across the area, urging them to hold their ground, to resist, to fight.
