The Titan of Ashen Bark clashed its fists together, the sound like trees snapping in half. Splinters of bark rained down as its massive frame twisted, preparing another skill.
As the crowd braced, ready to move into formation if shits go south, I stood at the sideline looking at my wristwatch.
The time? 01:00:02
It would be the perfect time for that burying skill, where the ground open up in a rectangle-like mouth shape and bury everyone, needing either help or great strength stat to crawl out of.
Lo and behold… It did just that, the ground opened up. The titan opened up a yawning pit at its feet, sucking in half the frontline like gnats into a vacuum cleaner.
People screamed, idiots scrambled, healers panicked trying to get Line of Sight for healing by approaching the hole. But within a few seconds, the formations corrected themselves, the swallowed players clawed their way back out or pulled out, and the fight went on.
