The sound was sharp, like a heavy blow, a blade slicing through flesh, or the tearing of coarse fabric.
Boom!
The giant scorpion was split in two, like a wrecked tank, by Prophet Onyx's massive stone axe. The scorpion's rider, Jarex, had already sensed the danger and leapt away just in time.
Prophet Onyx stood, gripping his stone axe with both hands, his chest heaving as he glared at Jarex with murderous intent.
"Come again!" he roared, his voice booming like thunder. "Come on... come on!"
His heavy, furious shout echoed through the battlefield, shaking not only Jarex but everyone present.
"Ancestors, do you see this?" Prophet Onyx bellowed, his voice filled with emotion. "The Obsidian Golem tribe has once again stepped out of the Black Forest!"
"I will make sure the world sees our strength!"
