For a moment, the battlefield was frozen.
No one moved. No one breathed.
Even the monsters stood still, claws half-raised, their eyes darting between Logan and the human-faced creature as if deciding whether to charge forward or not. Cause all that awaited them seemed to be death.
Dust hung in the air like a thick shroud, lit only by flickers of lightning still dancing through the cracks in the ground.
Logan's each punches were powerful, devastating. They rained down on the creature.
He was ready to tear apart anything that dared to even move.
And then…
Roooaaaar!
The horde of monsters finally decided and charged forward. As if some silent command had been given. They surged all at once.
Numbers of snarling goblins, scaled dire wolves, and even the battered orc, blood streaming from its temple. It roared and raised its massive hammer again, joining the rush.
Logan's eyes narrowed. His hands sparked with lightning, the air around him bending under the force of his aura.
