"Everyone back away!" Anya roared, her voice laced with urgency.
The Valkyries needed no further instruction. With terrified yells, they scrambled back, forming a widening circle around the growing portal.
Then, from the inky depths, a horrifying sight emerged. A colossal hand, clad in incomplete white-and-gold armor, emerged from the portal. Its size was unimaginable, dwarfing even the Valkyrie knights several times over.
Brak! Brak! Brak! The ground shuddered with each thunderous slam of the hand.
The once pristine snowfield vanished in a cloud of dust and debris. Blood from the demon horde, crushed like insects beneath its immense power, stained the ground a sickening crimson, painting a grotesque picture of the devastation to come.
The Valkyries watched in horror as the arm continued to emerge, followed by a hulking, armored figure wreathed in shadow.
