The battlefield shuddered as the entire mountain of corpses began to writhe and twist. Bones cracked, flesh squirmed, and thousands of cadavers melted together into one towering monstrosity. A mountain-sized horror rose with grotesque limbs, its colossal arms ending in claws large enough to crush castles.
With a guttural roar, it swung both arms down like avalanches aimed to pulverize the primal beast.
But Emery's wolf form stood unflinching.
His glowing green runes flared and lunged with brutal force, its muscled frame slamming forward like a living battering ram.
BAAMM!!
Flesh and bone shattered under the impact— the abomination's colossal limb was blasted apart in a spray of gore.
Emery bared his fangs, relief flashing in his eyes.
This form of Talaro, bloated, slow, relying only on bulk, was a shadow of his earlier strength. Its only advantage was its thickness, its endless tide of flesh.
