This was Emery's second encounter with the barbarian beastmaster and her monstrous godly beasts. Last time, he had barely survived. But this time, he was prepared. Every piece was in place: the golden golems, the fortified walls, the scattered defenders, and his two allies.
"I WILL TEAR YOU TO PIECES!!" roared the female barbarian, as she pounded furiously against the restored barrier. Her voice cracked like thunder across the battlefield.
But the tide had shifted.
With the Varkhall Banner gripped tightly in one hand, Emery had already begun his boldest move yet—an attempt to wrest control of her beasts right under her nose.
Now that the beasts were restrained by the golden golems, the other defenders could redirect their fury toward the beastmaster herself. Among them, three cosmic-ranked experts unleashed devastating spells—sizzling bolts of lightning, sky-piercing fire lances, and precision arrows enchanted with spatial rift points—all aimed directly at her.
