Kael's body begged him to collapse, to just stop fighting. To rest peacefully. But he resisted that urge.
The Primal Sentinel loomed through the mist like a mountain. Its bone-metal frame caught what little light remained. Crimson runes glowed along its body, pulsing like a heartbeat.
A shrill hum erupted from its core. The sound was like steel grinding against bone. Its head swiveled with mechanical precision. Those burning eyes locked onto Kael.
"Of course you'd pick me," Kael muttered. His voice came out hoarse and rough.
The air around the sentinel warped. Heat shimmer without the heat. Primal energy crackled across its frame. Kael's Night Predator trait screamed warnings in the back of his mind. Danger. Immediate danger.
BOOM!
The sentinel surged forward. Twin blades sliced down with impossible speed for something so large. The ground quaked under its charge. Mist swirled violently in its wake.
