The hive kept sending the drones forward, using them as cannon fodder to drain the stamina of the Lords of Horror. Yet, even as hours passed, the towering warriors remained unmoving, fighting nonstop. Their movements never became sluggish; neither their minds nor reflexes showed any sign of deterioration. It was as if fatigue did not exist in their vocabulary.
Freya's eyes had not left their figures the entire time. She couldn't help but feel in awe. Her strength and speed were greater than any of them, but she had to admit that when it came to endurance, she couldn't compare. In a single clash or duel, she could defeat any of the Lords of Horror, but they were superior in terms of impact on the battlefield.
"Just how were they created?" she wondered aloud. Not even in Valhalla, a higher plane with advanced civilization, had Freya seen this type of war machine.
