The battlefield lay in chaos. The Titan's colossal body had fallen, leaving behind a massive crater where it had struck the earth. Fires burned across the landscape, and the remaining goblins and trolls still posed a threat, scattered but dangerous as they sought revenge for their fallen master. But the worst seemed to be over. Zoroaskar was dead, and his hold on the armies of darkness had finally shattered.
George, now back on the ground, stood beside his girls, his breathing labored from the intensity of the battle. He wiped sweat from his brow and scanned the battlefield. Goblins and trolls still fought ferociously, despite their leader's death, tearing through the soldiers who remained.
"They're still fighting," Raven said, katana in hand as she prepared for the next wave.
"They're desperate," Jackie replied, reloading her rifle. "With Zoroaskar gone, they're leaderless. They don't know what else to do but kill."
