A thunderous roar shook the battlefield as Malakar's creatures surged forward-twisted bodies moving with unnatural speed and aggression. The ground shook beneath their charge, the earth crackling under the weight of their monstrous footsteps. The first line of the Bene Gesserit warriors stood firm on their feet, weapons at the ready, and their body aglow with enchanted energy in defense of their home.
But they were not ready for this.
The first wave of Hellforged crashed over them like a storm of death.
With a swing of his runes-enchanted sword, a varrior clad in gleaming silver armor sliced into the torso of the nearest-which sizzled and regenerated instantly. The monster grinned, showing jagged teeth, and plunged forward, tearing his throat out with one vicious bite.
