The third fell but without pause the fourth emerged.
[Minotaur – Level 60]
The fourth one stepped out and the space itself felt heavier, its hooves grinding slowly against the stone while it rolled its shoulders once and let out a low, guttural growl that deepened into a roar. Its grip around the axe tightened, and this time the energy didn't sit quietly along the blade; it pulsed, thick and dense, crawling up its arms as if feeding into its body instead of just the weapon.
It didn't rush like the others but instead walked toward me slowly and when it finally moved, it vanished.
Its body surging forward in a sudden burst that tore through the space between us, something like a compressed dash, heavier than my own Impact Burst, less explosive but far more controlled.
I barely reacted.
The axe was already coming.
