Meanwhile, not far away, Noah and Ali had their own hell to deal with.
All four minotaurs had landed in front of them, encircling the two S-class hunters like predators cornering prey.
Ali spat on the ground, flames dancing around his fists. "Fuck off unless you want to die that badly."
Noah's usual calm face also twisted with fury as lightning sparked in his palms.
The first minotaur charged, its hammer descending with bone-crushing weight. Ali met it head-on, his fist flaring with fire.
Boom!
The ground split beneath the collision. Sparks flew. The minotaur roared in pain, its hammer cracking under the force.
Two more minotaurs lunged at Noah, weapons storming in unison. He raised his hand, lightning crackling, and with a single motion, a blinding bolt split the air.
Ka-boooom!
The monsters were hurled back, their grotesque bodies smoking.
But the fourth had circled around. It swung its club, aiming to smash Noah from behind.
