The battlefield was chaos incarnate—screams, steel, and sorcery crashing together like storm waves. But one duel burned brighter and darker than most.
Neana, leader of the Nullcarvers, stood her ground against the hulking monstrosity that had once been a goblin. Endless's tribulations had twisted it into something foul, something that defied the laws of nature.
The Hobgoblin Demigod towered above her, its body grotesquely muscled, green skin turned to blackened scales that smoked with corruption. Fangs jutted from its jaw, its molten-orange eyes like suns about to burst. A jagged obsidian cleaver, taller than Neana herself, rested on its shoulder.
"You… manaless worm," it snarled, its voice scraping like stone on stone. "You fight with no blessing, no mana. You think Qi alone can resist what Endless has made of me?"
