"We should ambush them on my count of three."
Zyon's voice was low but steady as he turned toward Freya and Lilith. Both girls straightened unconsciously.
Before them, a herd of Doomsday Camels trudged across the dunes. Each step was eerily graceful for such hulking beasts, their skins shimmering, their bodies painted with illusions of shifting horizons and clouds. Their abyssal eyes were fixed forward.
It was as if chunks of the desert sky had grown legs and decided to wander the wastelands.
Earlier, they had spent their time bickering and circling over whether to focus on Deathworms or not, but eventually, they'd chosen to abandon the idea.
Deathworms, for all their raw terror, were solitary monsters. Fighting them honed individual combat skill, yes, but it did nothing for teamwork.
Doomsday Camels, on the other hand, thrived in packs. Slightly weaker on paper than a Deathworm, but with a terrifying synergy when herding together.
